Then the door opened, revealing Celine.
Her hair was tied in a messy bun with some strands deliberately left falling around her face like an artist's careless masterpiece. Each strand seemed perfectly placed despite the apparent casualness, creating an effortless beauty.
She wore the school's uniform, but hers was nothing like what ordinary students wore. The fabric itself seemed to shimmer with quality.
Where others had pink skirts checked with gold, she sported a golden skirt checked with pink—the mark of royalty, the princesses wore.
The difference was subtle but unmistakable, a clear declaration of status that separated them from every other student in the academy.
Their coat sparkled, unlike the plain ones the rest of the student body wore.
Her skirt was extra short, scandalously so. You could see her panties if you peeped low just a bit, but somehow she made it look intentional rather than inappropriate.
