The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

So there Freya was, confined to the large lecture hall, navigating through her exams with just her left hand.

Thanks to the ointment Neil had given her the day before, Freya woke up feeling her hand had significantly improved. It was no longer stiff but rather more flexible.

All through the exam, Freya was heads down, deep in her work, while around her, everyone else seemed to be in a state of panic.

Word around was that the test had been revised, and everyone had assumed it would be made easier, but it turned out to be the complete opposite.

Many students were at a loss, staring blankly at their papers, while only a handful seemed to navigate through the questions with some degree of ease. Even Eloise, sitting all the way at the back, looked super stressed.

The questions were obscure, hardly resembling anything from the textbooks but rather focusing on practical insights, including several examples from the current year that demanded personal analysis, significantly ramping up the difficulty. The uniqueness of the questions, far from any known patterns, tested the students' creativity and quick thinking.

It took Eloise a while to get started, and even then, her progress was hesitant.

"Look at Freya, how is she writing so fast?" whispered a member of the student council incredulously, observing Freya from the front row.

This comment disrupted Eloise's concentration, and as her gaze shifted towards Freya, she indeed saw her writing furiously.

A single thought dominated Eloise's mind: Impossible.

too novel, with no similar cases in the textbooks. This exam was a shot

seemed to write with divine

Freya had access to the answers through

time ticked by and the moment to hand in the papers approached,

at Freya,

stopped writing, not because she was

finished early and was revising

en novelxo

invigilator finally called time, everyone reluctantly submitted their

handed hers over with

a cursory glance, found herself engrossed in Freya's densely written answers, momentarily

to

back, astonished by the

she couldn't recall encountering such

at The Sutton

the clock, noted the exam should be ending about

project plans when Kieran suddenly interrupted, "Call the

you inquiring about Ms. Harwood's performance?" Jarrett