Upon entering the school, a spacious, high-ceilinged atrium greeted visitors, with natural light pouring in from above. The interior was sleek and modern: polished floors, glass railings, and wide hallways lined with lockers and classrooms.
Each floor had its own identity:
The first: main office, guidance counselors, and school store.
Second: arts department, with music rooms, studios, and a black box theatre.
Third: English and language departments, with cozy reading nooks.
Fourth: math and science departments, featuring state-of-the-art labs.
Fifth: physical education, with a huge gym, locker rooms, and fitness center.
Sixth: the school library, a cozy sanctuary with books, computers, and quiet corners.
Only students from elite backgrounds could afford this school—though three scholarship spots were awarded each year.
Flashy rides rolled in. Students exited in designer fits. But all eyes turned toward Gemma and her mom as they walked toward the building.
"Why the hell is everyone staring at us?" Gemma's mom muttered. Then she looked at her daughter. "Oh, why would you dress so shady to school? Are you in a cult or what?"
Gemma didn't answer. They entered the principal's office. An older white woman with gray hair and glasses sat behind the desk. Her nameplate read Principal Morgan.
"Lucy, what brings you here?" Morgan asked, eyeing the girl next to her.
"I'm here to register my daughter," Lucy said, sitting like she owned the place.
"You know we're halfway through the semester. We don't just admit students now."
"I don't care," Lucy replied coldly. "She's starting tomorrow."
"Lucy, that's a bit—"
Lucy stood, strolled the office, stared at a portrait on the wall. Her expression darkened. Then she smiled.
"Gemma will be here tomorrow. I don't have time to chat. But let's grab a coffee sometime... before it's too late," she said with a chilling grin.
As they left, Morgan's hands trembled. She smashed a vase against the wall and dialed a number.
"She's here."
Outside, students still watched as Lucy and Gemma returned to the car. On the rooftop, four students stared down. One of them, gender ambiguous, smirked.
"Isn't that your mom and mysterious twin? What are they doing here, huh?" they asked Gabriel.
He didn't answer. He sighed and left the rooftop. Moments later, he sped off toward the mansion.
Inside, his mom sipped coffee.
"What have you done, Mom? Why Prince Alex's school?"
"We can't hide the truth forever."
"What truth?" came a cold voice.
Gemma.
Gabriel and Lucy froze.