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Relief seemed within grasp as the distant echo of an approaching vehicle met her ears. Salvation, she surmised.

The vehicle drew near, its illumination piercing the darkness. Rhea extended a beckoning hand, signaling for a halt.

As the window descended, Rhea’s eyes met the driver’s. It was Darin.

Taken aback, she lowered her gaze, knitting her brows in a flustered gesture.

Darin had been an acquaintance since childhood, preceding her acquaintance with Marcus.

Their story began in the corridors of kindergarten, where they shared the same classroom as classmates.

Evans family had not yet reached its current zenith. In the halls of her classroom, she bore

peers formed clusters

aching emotions often surged,

classmate, Darin. A simple act of generosity-a piece of candy extended-sparked

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of protection that enshrouded her like a guardian’s embrace. In that moment, she felt herself transformed-a metamorphosis akin to Cinderella’s transition to princess. Vanity reveled

led her to the Thomas family’s

unequal footing as she witnessed Marcus descending the stairs, an air of composure defining his every step. In that instance, her sentiments pivoted, her infatuation shifting its allegiance. Marcus’ cool countenance wielded a magnetic pull that

him would be a princess, resplendent and

car, his attention drawn to the heels clutched in