Roaming the sun-drenched corridors of the Rose Academy's central building was a group of girls. A trio, walking shoulder to shoulder, steps light, laughter trailing in their wake.
It was them—the heroines.
Amelia, Celeste, and Evelyn.
Students gave them space automatically. Whether it was respect, envy, or intimidation, no one tried to walk too close.
Their presence had that unspoken kind of weight to it. The kind that could only be formed by a strange mix of legacy, raw talent, and just a dash of dangerous beauty.
Celeste was the first to break the silence, her hair bouncing slightly as she turned her head with a grin. "Wow… Just wow. Today was such a good day."
Her voice was full of awe and leftover adrenaline.
Evelyn, on the other hand, raised a brow. "How exactly was today good?"
Her tone wasn't cynical—just confused. She crossed her arms, strands of her black hair brushing against her pale cheeks.
