Seraphina's POV
Irina and Roxana were sprawled across my bed, completely at ease as if they owned the place. Meanwhile, I sat stiffly in the chair by my table, my discomfort evident in every inch of my posture.
I wasn't used to this—having people in my space, treating my room like some kind of hangout spot. Sure, this was supposed to be normal as Seraphina Vale, but for me, the real me? This was exhausting.
They chatted away, laughing about something that had happened in class earlier, but I wasn't really paying attention. My mind was elsewhere, spiraling into the endless mess that had become my life.
Living as Seraphina Vale was supposed to be a step-up, wasn't it? She was royalty, untouchable, and had the kind of authority I could've only dreamed of as Seraphina Hook, and yet, here I was, feeling more trapped and miserable than ever.
