‧₊˚:🦢🪽⋅𝜗𝜚𓂃
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 final bell of the day rang through the halls, a signal for freedom that sent students pouring out of classrooms, their conversations blending into a loud, excited hum. For Angel, however, the day wasn't quite over. As she collected her books and tossed them into her bag, her phone vibrated with a message from Camilla.
Angel frowned as she read the text. She knew Camilla had been considering leaving the sprinting team, but she hadn't expected her to actually follow through. Sprinting had been such a big part of Camilla's life, and Angel couldn't help but wonder what had finally pushed her to make the decision.
Quickly, she typed back a response, "𝘖𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺．"
The hallways were already emptying as she made her way to the gym. She passed a group of girls, their voices rising with excitement about a party later that night. The mention of the party reminded Angel of the week that had just passed—a whirlwind of gossip, tension, and unexpected revelations. The thought of letting loose for an evening was more than appealing, especially after the mess with Brando's graffiti and all the other drama that had followed.
When she reached the gym, she found Camilla leaning against the doorframe, chatting with Monica, one of the team captains. Monica's face was a mix of disappointment and concern, her arms crossed as she spoke.
"Are you really sure about this, Cami?" Monica asked, her tone gentle but firm, as if she was hoping to convince Camilla to change her mind.
Camilla nodded, her expression resolute. "Yeah, I'm sure. It's just not where my heart is anymore, you know?"
Monica sighed, glancing at Angel for a moment before looking back at Camilla. "We're going to miss you out there. You know that, right?"
"Thanks, Monica," Camilla replied, offering a small, appreciative smile. "I'll miss it too, but I think it's time for something new."
Angel, sensing the conversation was wrapping up, stepped closer. "Ready to go?"
Camilla nodded, turning away from Monica and leading Angel into the gym. The scent of sweat, rubber, and the lingering hint of body spray filled the air—a familiar combination that made Angel feel nostalgic, even though she had never been part of the team herself.
