After I finished picking my electives, it was time to choose my clubs.
And not just any clubs — I needed important ones.
The kind of clubs that would put me close to the main characters. The kind where the story actually happened, and not in some dusty corner no one cared about.
One of those clubs was the Noble Etiquette Club.
In the novel, this was where the first big incident of the entire academy arc took place. The spark that set off a chain of drama, rivalries, and relationship chaos.
In short, a goldmine for someone like me.
I needed to be there when it happened. No, scratch that — I needed to be in the middle of it.
There was just one problem.
I wasn't a noble.
Not a god-forbid, pure-blood, silk-wearing, family-crest-having noble. I was just me.
Which meant that, technically, I had about as much right to be in the Noble Etiquette Club as a stray cat had to join a royal banquet.
But somehow… I had to get in.
That was when I spotted him — the perfect mark.
