Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 – Sealed Lunchbox

Miexha's point of view

Ever since Zatariel became Student Council President...

I hardly see him anymore.

No passing wave in the hallway.
No lazy salute from across the courtyard.
No teasing smirk when I pretend not to look at him.

Nothing.

It is as if he dissolved into the air.

Except he didn't.

I know exactly where he is.

Inside that council room with the heavy oak doors and windows that barely open. Buried in documents.

Working.

Zatariel Wov... working.

It still feels strange to think about.

He used to complain that responsibility made his skin itch. That effort was overrated. That naps were the highest form of achievement.

And yet the rumors...

"Did you hear? The new president stayed past midnight on his first day."

"He dismantled the hazing system. Just like that."

"The new council installed a working intercom. He made Jayson do the wiring."

They say he reorganized years of neglected files. That he responds to student complaints faster than the administration office ever did.

The same boy who once slept through assemblies.

I find myself listening too carefully whenever his name is mentioned.

Earlier this morning, at breakfast in the mansion, I heard Father speaking from behind his newspaper.

"It was a mistake," he said flatly. "Giving power to that brat. The student council is not a playground for dogs."

My fingers tightened around my spoon.

He said Zatariel was arrogant. Disrespectful. That he argues during board meetings without hesitation.

Mother, however, merely stirred her coffee.

"Since that boy took office," she said calmly, "I've had fewer complaints reaching my desk. I might finally take that vacation."

Papa laughed from the end of the table.

"Good. Finally, a young leader with a backbone."

Mama smiled wistfully.

"He reminds me of young Zaren. That same fire in the eyes. That little pup is the spitting image of his father."

My heart fluttered at that. I lowered my gaze quickly and poked at my rice.

I should've smiled more. Because I was proud.
So proud it hurt that I couldn't join the conversation, or they would notice that I had a crush on him, and had full lectures to act like a proper lady with a fiancé. So I remained quiet.

Right now, I am standing outside the Student Council room.

Lunchbox in hand.

I prepared it myself this morning with Nanny. Well... I mostly watched and tried not to burn anything. 

The hallway is busy. Students pass by in clusters, their laughter echoing against the polished floors.

Some girls glance at me. A few whisper.