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"Elsie asking us to make our own alterations, if that doesn’t scream trap, I don’t know what does," Daisy said as she leaned against the desk. They had managed to find an empty class to regroup after that doomed Luncheon meeting.

"She intends to humiliate us." Ivy glanced down at her phone as if expecting a call. She bit her lip. "We’re rogues. She wants to make that clear to every parent attending that Luncheon."

The girls didn’t need Ivy to finish. It was as clear as daylight.

Even if her family was new money, they were still aristocrats—and they would attend the Luncheon because Elsie had made sure an invitation was sent.

They could see the game being played here.

Elsie wanted the Sinclair family to see their daughter at her worst. Hanging out with rebels? Rogues? Her parents would be mortified.

Perhaps Elsie reasoned that Ivy’s parents would scold her and try to move her into one of the pack Houses. That way, not only would Violet lose a supporter, but it would also break up their dynamics.

What Elsie didn’t know, however, was that Ivy wasn’t going anywhere. Not that she could. She knew a certain princess’s secret, and that crazy guardian of hers wasn’t about to let her walk free.

Yep, she was stuck either way.

"So we dress differently, we’re branded rogues. We dress the same, and we’re her little bitches serving drinks at her party. I see what she did there." Violet nodded, clearly annoyed.

"So we fake it, then." Lila said suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention.

"What?" Violet asked, curious now.

"Fake it till you make it." Lila shrugged as if it were obvious. "Elsie wants us to be branded as rogues because rogues are supposed to look poor, dangerous, undignified. But what if we look more than they expect us to be?"

"You mean steal the show?" Daisy said, her mind already spinning with the possibilities.

"Yes. Exactly." Lila smirked. "Instead of people looking down on us, they’ll be impressed. After all, how many of them have seen rogues who actually look this good?" She proudly gestured to her body.

Violet chimed in, "You make a fine point. I know Elsie too well. And while she wants her girls to reflect elegance, she would never let them outshine her. No wonder the uniform was so horrible."

Standing taller now with a plan forming in her head, Violet said confidently, "She timed this perfectly. She knew we wouldn’t have time to make alterations and would probably settle for whatever we had. But what she doesn’t know is..." She pinned her gaze on Lila, "We’ve got an ace card."

She turned to Lila fully and asked, "Any chance you can be our fairy godmother and turn this into magic?"

"I’m no witch, Violet," Lila replied, only for her lips to curve into a sly grin, "but this Fae has got a few tricks up her sleeve, and enough materials to work with."

She took one of the dresses and held it out, scrunching her nose in distaste. "So, what’ll it be? I’m guessing you each have your own flair and preferences?"

At once, Violet, Ivy, and Daisy’s eyes lit up with excitement. The next few minutes were dedicated to animated chatter as they described their dream outfits, each detail etched carefully into Lila’s mind.

"Since that’s all, I’ll get to work. You girls just give me some time. I’ll be ready before the Luncheon. " Lila said, gathering their dresses into one neatly bundled package.

Just as she turned to leave, Violet reached out and grabbed her arm. "Don’t overdo it, Lila. No Fae sparkles or shimmers. Just normal human clothing, alright? We don’t want to draw attention, remember?" she warned seriously.

"Aye, princess!" Lila gave a cheeky salute and whisked herself away.

"Fuck," Daisy muttered suddenly. "My brother’s here. I’ll catch you guys before the Luncheon."

"Can I tag along?" Ivy asked. "It’d be nice to meet your family before mine arrives."

"Urm... okay, sure." Then Daisy turned to Violet, asking carefully, "What about you? Do you—?"

"I’ve got a few things I need to handle on my own," Violet said with a polite smile, already stepping back as if to dismiss any further questions.

Ivy and Daisy exchanged a quick glance, concern showing in their eyes, but said nothing as they watched her walk away.

Violet left without even looking back, although she felt her roommates weighty gaze, but that pushed her into walking further away from them.

It was safe to say that Violet had evolved than the first time time when it comes to letting someone in. But yet, she still had those walls in place.

Today, every patents would be coming to see their child’s progress.

But not hers. She hadn’t even heard from Nancy, not to mention her making an appearance.

The woman simply didn’t care and she wasn’t going to dwell on it.

Moreover, she was a grown woman and didn’t need some sort of validation from mummy.

So yes, she wasn’t going to hang around her roommates family like a miserable third wheel. They would see later for introductions, but for now, she would rather be on her own.

Lost in thought, Violet squealed in alarm when a hand suddenly reached out and yanked her into the classroom so fast her head spun. She was already preparing to fight when Asher’s face came into view and before she could even catch her balance, his lips slammed against hers and he kissed her.

Perhaps because her emotions were already high, Violet returned the kiss with feverish urgency.

She gripped his uniform and pulled him closer, her hands tangling into his hair, their lips colliding, tasting, breathing each other in.

She moaned, and he greedily swallowed it, his hands sliding down to wrap around her waist and stay there.

There was literally no space between them as they made out until they were breathless.

Asher leaned back with a crooked smile and said, "So I did bring the body. Time for you to rate it, don’t you think?"

Violet couldn’t help the laughter that burst from her lips.