Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Come for the meeting. It’ll be fun.

Cynthia POV

The chilly evening air nipped at my face as I stepped out of the taxi and gazed at the elegant restaurant before me. This was where I was to meet the other girls from the Student Union. I had been here once or twice before, back when I naively believed that being in the same room as these people meant I was somehow included in their world. But I learned quickly that their warm smiles were as fake as the plastic cutlery at a cheap diner.

At first, I didn't want to come, and it would have stayed that way if only I had to gall to say no.

*Earlier that day…*

My phone buzzed in my hand, and I glanced at the screen to see Cornela's name flashing. I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the answer button. I knew what this call was about. The student union. They wanted me to show up, to play the role they’d assigned me as the token poor girl dating a tennis star. I had no desire to put myself through that. I ignored the call.

But Cornela was persistent. With a sigh, I answered.