( 𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 ) 's pov
𝗕𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗩𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘, the perfect family, the perfect looks, the perfect everything - and now, the perfect boyfriend. Her "good daughter" rank was certified the moment that Keefe Sencen smiled at her bashfully, ran his hand through his perfect hair, and asked her to be his girlfriend.
They were the perfect couple, the reckless troublemaker and the pretty young socialite. Everyone saw it coming from a mile away. Biana's mother was thrilled; so was Keefe's father. There wasn't a single hateful comment on Biana's Instagram announcement post. They fit together like pieces of the same picturesque puzzle, teen idols in a fairytale-worthy relationship.
Biana rolled over in bed, her eyes glued to her phone. The lock screen was a picture of Biana and Keefe outside the Café Amour in Atlantis, the place where they had their first date. And their first kiss. And their first dinner as an official couple. So much of their relationship was created under the twinkling fairy lights that spanned the wooden ceiling and among the warm ambience that permeated the café.
The giant white numbers at the top of her phone changed to 7:00, and as if on cue, Keefe's usual morning text popped up in her notifications.
𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐟𝐞 ♡ : good morning to my beautiful girlfriend!
Biana unlocked her phone and responded to Keefe with all the happiness and emojis required of a teenage girl who got good morning texts from her boyfriend. I love you, she wrote, with as much feeling as she could muster at 7 AM in the morning. Because that's what people in love say to each other, right?
She locked her phone and tossed it onto her nightstand. She would see Keefe at school, anyway. After lacing up her uniform and grabbing her backpack, she went over to her vanity to do her makeup. Biana had always been naturally pretty, with her big sky-blue eyes, dusky skin, and long chocolate brown hair that reached the middle of her back. Even though she was the spitting image of her mother, old habits drew her to put on her morning coat of lip gloss and rub foundation into her skin.
A series of sharp knocks at the door drew her focus away from her reflection. "Biana! We're going to be late for school!"
Ugh. Fitz always thought that they were going to be late for school if anyone slept in a minute after 7:00. Funnily enough, they had never been late.
"I'm coming, Ritz Cracker!" she hollered. "Wait a second!"
"Stop calling me that!"
Biana smiled. Annoying her older brother was so fun. She grabbed her phone and left her bedroom, almost toppling Fitz as she opened the door. Another one of Fitz's habits; leaning against Biana's bedroom door as if his weight would make her get ready faster.
Sophie was already waiting by the Leapmaster when Biana and Fitz got downstairs. "Guys, I got a text from Aziza. Turns out we're late for school."
Fitz turned bright red. "I hate you."
Sophie shrugged. "You make it so easy."
Biana cracked up. "Sophie, leave him alone." She reached up and yanked the crystal for Foxfire Academy. "Let's just get going already."
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LETTERS TO PARIS, kotlc
Romance𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 biana vacker thinks she knows everything about her life; what she should wear, who she can be friends with, who she's going to marry. but after a humiliating...
