The morning air buzzed with anticipation as the sleek black car pulled up in front of the prestigious campus gates of Hartfield University, the same university their parents had once graced with their legacy, now welcoming a new generation: Zane and Luna Wolfe.
"Okay, remember," Talia said from the back seat, adjusting Luna's collar for the fifth time, "You don't need to impress anyone. Just be yourselves..."
"Except if 'yourself' means making a scene," Ethan added, throwing a pointed look at Zane through the rearview mirror.
Zane smirked. "Relax, Dad. I'll only make headlines once a week. Promise."
Luna rolled her eyes. "You've already been posted three times and we haven't even stepped out yet."
Zane grinned, brushing a hand through his tousled dark hair, a carbon copy of Ethan's, down to the brooding eyes and stupidly perfect jawline. "Can't help it if I'm a campus legend in the making."
