"Here, you can have my food," Evangeline said softly, sliding her tray over to Veronica. Even Evangeline's meal, which was nothing special, looked better than the sorry excuse Veronica had been given.
Veronica's stomach growled in betrayal, but she forced a smile and pushed the tray back. "I'm not really hungry. You should eat."
Among the student council were the remaining male leads of this so-called original story. Right now, they were still in the background, just handsome decorations with limited lines. But once the plot picked up, they would steal the spotlight.
Veronica narrowed her eyes slightly. The bigger concern right now wasn't the plot or those future peacocks. It was access. No random student could stroll into the student council. You needed charm, influence, or sheer talent.
And since she wasn't working with a halo of luck like the original heroine, she'd have to take the direct route. Get close to the president himself—Raen Drakthorn.
