The next morning, the sunlight poured through the tall windows of Alina's little living quarters. She slipped into black dress with delicate white stripes—modest, soft, but somehow it hugged her figure just right. Her long chestnut hair was brushed neatly, her eyes brighter than usual, and her lips looked naturally pink.
Today felt… better.
After a quick breakfast of toast and warm milk, she picked up the papers she needed and bag with that she walked down the quiet hallway toward the principal's office. The click of her shoes echoed softly against the floor as butterflies fluttered inside her stomach.
She reached the dark wooden door and hesitated.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in," said a deep voice…low, rich, and husky like velvet dipped in thunder.
Alina's spine straightened.
