The annual St. Jude's Fashion Gala was more than just a school event; it was a high-society scouting ground where the winner was crowned "Mrs. St. Jude," a title that practically guaranteed a future as a brand ambassador or a socialite elite.
As the rehearsals reached a fever pitch, Mileh dominated the stage. She moved with a practiced, feline grace, her eyes set firmly on the crown. For her, this was her redemption—a way to reclaim her status as the school's "it-girl" after the humiliation of her failed schemes.
In the dressing rooms, however, a different kind of preparation was underway. Mild stood before a three-way mirror, staring at his reflection with a mixture of dread and resignation.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Mild sighed to the class representative.
