Amidst the glittering stars and the dark secrets of high society, Aurora and Damon find themselves intertwined by an unpredictable destiny. In the heat of passion and jealousy, their souls are drawn into a game of power and desire, where past and pr...
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Claude had always been strict about schedules, especially on the first day of school. According to him, you should never annoy teachers with tardiness, a philosophy he followed religiously. On the other hand, Dominique seemed to have a more relaxed attitude towards punctuality and decided to enjoy the morning a bit more. As a result, we were all rushing to avoid being late.
I was already ready by the time the two of them finally showed up. I was wearing the mandatory uniform: a blue pleated skirt, a white polo with the school logo, and, with the cold beginning to set in, I completed the look with black tights and a coat for warmth.
When we arrived at school, the bell was about to ring. We hurried to the office, where the receptionist looked like she had stepped out of a comedy about stressed-out secretaries. She had that suspicious look and an attitude that seemed like a defense against a wave of anxious students.
We got our schedules, and as we were leaving, I heard a familiar voice call my name.
"Aurora!"
I looked back and saw Damon with two boys. His hair was a bit disheveled, and he had a relaxed expression, but he still maintained that air of control. He approached and gave me a soft kiss on the forehead, which made my heart race unexpectedly.
"Hi," he said, his voice soft but with a slight underlying coolness that always accompanied him.
"Hi, Damon, good morning," I replied with a smile, trying to hide my surprise at seeing him here.
After all, why would I be surprised? We were the same age.
I looked at the boys with him. One was a bit taller, with messy blonde hair falling over his light blue eyes. He had an easy smile and a relaxed demeanor that contrasted with Damon's seriousness. The other boy was shorter, with dark brown wavy hair and black-framed glasses that gave him an intellectual look. His green eyes were curious and observed the scene with a contained interest. Both were dressed in their uniforms casually, but the blonde boy seemed a bit more disheveled, while the other had a more polished and neat style.
When the blonde boy cleared his throat, it made me divert my attention from Damon to his companions. He seemed to be waiting for something, and the brown-haired boy adjusted his glasses as if preparing for a formal introduction. They had a camaraderie that I recognized from somewhere, but I couldn't place immediately.
The blonde boy spoke first, his tone friendly and informal, which starkly contrasted with Damon's reserved and rigid posture. The other boy just observed, maintaining a neutral expression but with a slight smile on his lips.
"So, these two idiots wouldn't leave me alone until I brought them over to you," Damon said, his tone mixing irritation with a hint of humor.
I looked at the boys, trying to force my memory, until one of them spoke:
"She doesn't remember us, Oliver."
The other, named Oliver, smiled with a look of understanding.
"I noticed that, Liam," Oliver replied, his tone lightly reproachful but also with a hint of amusement.
