Silvea's world was built on colors, melodies, movement, and quiet brilliance. Painting, singing, dancing, academics-iyon lang ang nais niyang paglaanan ng kanyang buong taon. All she wanted was to rise through her craft, to excel in every gift she held. Ngunit hindi iyon naging madali.
Icarus-a celebrated name in Westvale Academy. He could sing, paint, dance, and conquer any classroom with ease. Marami ang humahanga sa kanya, and that admiration sparked the rumors that Silvea was plotting ways to draw closer to him.
She despised him-his confidence, his presence, his eyes that shined too brightly. Hindi niya siya nakikitang karibal, kundi isang sagabal sa tahimik niyang mundo. A star too loud, too perfect, too blinding.
And so she swore, just like the boy whose name he carried, he would chase the warmth of the sun, only to burn. She would let him fly, too high, too proud-until, at last, he falls.
Ever since Sari's sister married the seemingly perfect man, she had dreamt of her own happily ever after. Gusto niya rin ng gwapo, mayaman, at gwapo na papakasalan. She'd settle for nothing less. And when she set her eyes on Cohen Isaac Gomez de Liaño... she knew that she'd stop at nothing to get him to notice her.