The morning sun filtered through the lace curtains of Camellia Hall, casting warm patterns on the polished floor. The hall smelled faintly of lavender detergent and old wooden furniture—clean, cozy, and brimming with first-day nerves. Levy Montclair stood by her bed, stuffing a notebook and pencil case into her sling bag. Her new uniform blazer hung neatly over the back of a chair, while her ID lanyard draped loosely around her neck. She had already retied her ponytail twice, more out of nervous habit than necessity.
It was her first day as a freshman at Elite Legacy Institute. She would be majoring in Business Management. The reality hadn't sunk in until she'd stared at her course schedule earlier that morning, wide-eyed, and now that the time had come, her stomach twisted with excitement and nerves.
