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And a Scholarship Student.
A hush fell over the room the moment Isabelle Moreau stepped inside.
Unlike Celia Everwyn’s poised elegance or Iris Blackwood’s quiet dominance, Isabelle commanded attention with sheer authority. Not through words, nor through an overwhelming aura, but through the weight of expectations that came with her presence.
Her every step was measured, precise—heels clicking against the marble floor in a rhythm that was neither hurried nor hes ...
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