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In the opulent world of Rome's elite, Angel Ambrioso is a vision of perfection-beautiful, kind, and untouchable. With a powerful family, an adoring boyfriend, and the envy of her peers, she seems to have it all. But beneath her flawl...
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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Virginia's room as she and Angel got ready for school. They moved around each other with an easy familiarity, swapping makeup tips and discussing their outfits, even though they both had to wear the school's uniform—crisp white shirts, pleated skirts, and tailored blazers. Virginia was her usual bubbly self, chattering about everything from the latest fashion trends to the gossip she'd heard over the weekend, but Angel's mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the previous day.
"You sure you're okay, Angel?" Virginia asked, pausing as she applied her mascara. She glanced over at her best friend, noticing the distant look in her eyes.
Angel blinked, snapping back to the present. "Yeah, just a bit tired," she replied with a small smile, trying to brush off the concern. "It's been a long week already."
Virginia nodded sympathetically, not pushing the issue. "Tell me about it. I don't know how we're going to survive until the weekend."
They finished getting ready, Virginia making sure her skirt was the perfect length, and Angel adjusting her blazer before they headed out the door. They exchanged final glances in the mirror, silently hyping each other up before stepping into the world of high school drama.
When they arrived at school, they made their way to the usual meet-up spot where their group of friends gathered every morning. The courtyard was buzzing with activity, students chatting in clusters as they waited for the first bell to ring.
Angel spotted Niccolò almost immediately, leaning against the wall when they arrived he put his arm around Virginia as they exchanged a quick kiss. But even in that moment, his eyes strayed to Angel, his gaze lingering on her longer than it should have. The look in his eyes was unmistakable—a longing, a silent plea that made Angel's heart skip a beat.
She quickly averted her gaze, focusing on anything else but him. However, it was impossible to ignore the way he looked at her, the way his eyes followed her even as Virginia laughed and chatted beside him. Angel felt a pang of guilt, a knot forming in her stomach as she tried to push the thoughts of Niccolò out of her mind.
Brando, always observant, caught the exchange. He gave Niccolò a pointed look before turning his attention to Angel, his brow furrowing in curiosity. Angel knew Brando well enough to sense the questions brewing in his mind, but she wasn't sure she was ready to answer them.
