It was between classes, the halls bustling with students heading to their next lesson that I had slipped into the restroom, hoping to have a moment of peace before the next period.
When I entered one of the stalls, I soon heard familiar voices filtering through the air—a sharp giggle, followed by a hushed but excited whisper.
Sophie's voice.
I stayed still, my hand freezing on the latch. There were a few other girls in the restroom, their voices echoing off the tile, and I quickly realized it was Guinevere and her lackeys.
Being one of the wealthiest families in the city, Guinevere carried herself with the same arrogance that all the elite students at our school did.
But of course, her family still ranked beneath the Rosettes. That didn't stop her from acting like she owned the place.
And why should it? I never retaliated.
