After Luna finished touring the campus, exhaustion finally caught up with her. The sun had already begun its slow descent, casting long shadows across the pathways, and she decided it was time to return to her dorm for the night.
As she approached the dormitory hallway, she spotted Cassandra—the same lady she had encountered earlier.
"Hey, Luna, where are you going?" Cassandra asked the moment she saw her.
"Just heading back to my dorm," Luna replied honestly.
"I've been touring and walking around the campus all day. I'm really tired."
Cassandra smiled warmly. "Why don't you come with me for dinner? It's on me tonight, so don't worry about anything."
Luna hesitated briefly, then nodded. "Okay, fine. Let's go."
They walked side by side down the hallway, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors.
The moment Luna stepped into the school's general eating hall, she stopped in her tracks, her mouth falling open in awe.
Calling this place an eating hall felt like an understatement. It looked more like a lavish wedding venue—or an expensive, high-end restaurant reserved for elites. The space was breathtaking.
As she set foot inside, she found herself standing in a majestic hall of culinary excellence, where refined scholars indulged in a symphony of flavors, textures, and presentation. The atmosphere radiated luxury and elegance. Every detail spoke of wealth and careful perfection.
With each step she took, Luna felt her anticipation grow. Her senses awakened, tingling with curiosity and wonder as she took in the warmth, refinement, and grandeur of the refectory.
Soft murmurs of conversation filled the air, blending with the gentle clinking of fine china. The subtle aroma of freshly baked bread drifted from the kitchen, wrapping around her senses.
Luna's eyes moved slowly across the room, absorbing the elegant décor, the tall planted pillars, and the expansive windows that allowed natural light to pour in generously.
She followed the hostess to their table, her heels clicking lightly against the smooth marble floor.
The table was set near a window, dressed in crisp white linens, fine china, and sparkling crystal glassware. Outside, meticulously manicured gardens stretched beautifully into view.
As Luna settled into her seat, a sommelier approached, presenting the selection of wines and champagnes for the day. She glanced over the list, noticing the exclusive vintages carefully paired with the chef's recommendations.
The meal began with an amuse-bouche—delicately seared scallops served with a citrus-herb emulsion and microgreens. The moment Luna tasted it, her senses came alive. The flavors were balanced, refined, and unforgettable.
The courses that followed—a velvety butternut squash soup, a perfectly cooked filet mignon, and a rich chocolate soufflé—each reflected masterful craftsmanship. Every dish was prepared with precision, highlighting the kitchen's commitment to excellence and the use of the finest ingredients.
Throughout the meal, Luna engaged in calm, thoughtful conversation with Cassandra. They spoke about literature, art, and philosophy, the refined environment and exquisite cuisine quietly nourishing both mind and body.
"Everything here looks so grand," Luna said softly, still mesmerized. "I'm really loving this place."
Suddenly, a shift rippled through the eating hall.
Gasps spread. Whispers followed.
The once gentle hum of conversation collapsed into tense silence.
A figure emerged, walking through the crowd with an effortless authority that commanded attention. His presence alone seemed to alter the atmosphere. Designer shoes struck the marble floor, each step echoing clearly in the hushed space.
He looked like the embodiment of wealth and privilege—his attire flawless, luxurious, and deliberate. A watch glimmered on his left wrist, its value so staggering it could easily cover the tuition fees of several Yale students.
As he moved forward, students instinctively parted, their eyes fixed on him with awe and reverence. The air felt charged, heavy with anticipation.
Cassandra froze, her gaze locked onto him, her face flushed with excitement. She leaned closer to Luna, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Oh my God… it's them."
Luna turned to her calmly. "Who are they?"
Cassandra stared at her in disbelief. "You don't know?"
Luna shook her head. "No, I don't."
Cassandra glanced back at the trio before lowering her voice even further. "That's George Robert—the richest guy in this school. His father is a billionaire, with businesses all over the world. Actually… people say he's the richest man in the world. Some even whisper that he's connected to the mafia."
She paused, then added, "The guys with him are James and Desmond. His best friends. They're just as rich."
Luna's expression remained unchanged. There was no excitement, no awe—only quiet curiosity. Cassandra's words lingered between them, the silence stretching.
What kind of girl remained so unmoved by the presence of the school's most powerful and desirable student?
George's father, Derick Robert, owned nearly half of Yale University. He was the highest shareholder, having invested enormous wealth into the institution.
Because of this, George himself was treated like royalty. Even professors and administrators feared crossing him.
The crowd still remains in chaos, admires feel the air, phones, all brought out to capture the moment.
George's domenor exuding great aura. Indeed he was a rich freak and more deadly at same time.
George is openly described as a cute guy, Though every girl's and gays in yale university would want him, because of their obsessions towards him.
He is nothing to be compared with his two best friends, though they look handsome but George case was different.
Luna who was among the crowd suddenly lost her appetite and decided to retire.
Later that night, Luna slipped quietly into her dorm room. The silence closed around her, heavy and consuming.
She changed her clothes and stepped into the shower, letting warm water cascade over her skin. Yet, no matter how long she stood there, the ache in her chest refused to fade.
When she finally lay down on her bed, darkness crept in from every corner. Her thoughts drifted helplessly to her mother. The longing tightened around her heart, leaving her breath shallow.
Slowly, exhaustion overtook her.
The darkness claimed her gently, wrapping her in a quiet, suffocating stillness. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxed, and her thoughts dissolved into nothingness.
Luna drifted into deep slumber, her fate suspended silently in the shadows.