Andria's POV
The weekend had passed by, and another week had come. Mel had not fully recovered, but she was able to attend classes. The student council elections were over, and the Headmistress would announce the results today.
The academy's auditorium buzzed with anticipation, the hall was charged with anticipation, whispers bouncing off almost every corner of the auditorium.
There were mixed feelings of anxiety, excitement and even sadness in the air, especially for Tracy's loyalists.
Every single student sat shoulder to shoulder, craning their necks, waiting for one voice, which was the headmistress's voice.
My stomach knotted tighter than I wanted to admit. I tried to look calm, but Becca, sitting next to me, must have seen my fingers digging so hard into my notebook.
She nudged me lightly. "You're pale," she whispered.
"I'm fine," I lied, though Athena chuckled in my head. "Fine? You look like you'll faint if the headmistress takes another step."
