Benjamin and Ivan caught onto Charlies's meaning instantly, both flashing him approving grins. "Brilliant move. Count us in—we're backing Phoebe all the way. Not just our votes either, we'll get everyone we know on board!"
Charlies threw his arms around both friends. "This is why you guys are the real deal. When Phoebe takes that campus belle crown, dinner's my treat."
The trio strolled away, their laughter echoing down the hallway.
Once their voices faded, Nadia emerged from her hiding spot behind the wall corner, fists trembling and face twisted with displeasure.
She hadn't intended to spy. The turmoil in her chest had driven her to seek solitude in this quiet corner. Charlies and his friends' conversation had simply fallen into her lap.
Nothing about their discussion was particularly shocking. Campaign season always brought out supporters rallying for their chosen candidates.
What gnawed at Nadia was the name at the center of it all—Phoebe.
