Third-person Pov
Seraphina stood at the back of the gathering crowd on the rooftop, flanked by Irina, Roxana, Penelope, and Deena. Students surrounded Electra, phones raised high as they took pictures and videos, and Seraphina kept her arms crossed, her gaze locked on Electra.
The girl looked utterly humiliated, her expression a mix of fury, despair, and exhaustion. Her messy hair partially covered her face, but it wasn't enough to hide the redness in her cheeks or the hollow look in her eyes.
Her body was trembling—whether from the cold or the humiliation, Seraphina wasn't sure.
And yet, Seraphina's lips curled into a faint smirk, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. This is what she deserves, she told herself for the hundredth time. This is justice.
