The weekend slipped away so fast it barely felt real. One blink and Monday arrived, dragging noise, gossip, and the usual chaos with it. But this morning was worse than usual.
Because a new star had walked into Aster Academy.
Ethan Marlowe.
Everyone already knew the name. The youngest award-winning art model. The face that sold out magazines overnight. The pretty boy with millions of followers and talent, ridiculous enough to make other students insecure just by standing next to him.
And now, he was here.
Students crowded the hallway from end to end, screaming like he was some celebrity on a red carpet. Every two steps someone shoved a notebook or a sketchpad or a dirty piece of paper in front of him, begging for his autograph. Someone asked to touch his hair. Someone asked for a hug. Another begged him to stand still and let her "breathe the same air for inspiration."
