The name Violet White didn't carry much weight in our class on its own.
But in the original novel, she had a title that struck fear and admiration alike—the Purple-Lacquered Ice Queen.
It wasn't just because of her signature hair or cold, steely gaze. It was her intensity—her absolute, unwavering dedication to Leo—that gave her that name.
She wasn't just Leo's childhood friend. That would've implied some mutual affection, a shared warmth. No, Violet was more of a playmate assigned by his father. A companion meant to entertain and accompany him, like a shadow stitched to his feet.
But Leo—arrogant as he might've been—never treated her like she was beneath him.
Because he saw it.
The talent.
He was the first to recognize what she was capable of. And in a world where most people judged worth by family name or social standing, that recognition meant everything to her.
Leo had given her the chance to learn the things she was hungry to master.
