Jessica's POV
"I'm Annabelle," she stretched out her hand and I took it in a soft handshake.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked, nodding toward the empty chair beside me.
I shook my head, and Annabelle settled into the seat, her expensive dress rustling softly. My gaze wandered over her polished appearance - bright red hair cascaded down her back in effortless waves, framing her heart-shaped face.
Annabelle's poise and style hinted at a privileged upbringing, yet her approachable demeanor put me at ease.
"You seem to be on everyone's tongue. What did you do?" Her soft gaze rested on me, awaiting my response.
I shook my head, genuinely perplexed. "I have no idea."
She smiled softly and looked away. Her reaction hinted that she knew something, but she didn't elaborate. I let it slide, assuming she couldn't know much, being a freshman like myself.
