Kapitel 173: President 5

"Cheshire, help me out here, will you?" Alice's voice rang out, filled with a rare mix of urgency and desperation.

Inside a certain room at the towering heights of Killian Hall—the dormitory reserved for the top students of the academy—a chaotic scene was unfolding.

The room, usually neat and orderly, was now in a state of disarray.

Clothes were strewn about, shoes discarded haphazardly, and a certain pink-haired lady, normally composed and graceful, was in the midst of what could only be described as a fashion crisis.

Alice, her face a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, regret, worry, and a strange blend of happiness tinged with uncertainty—was frantically trying on one outfit after another.

Each piece of clothing was met with a quick evaluation before being tossed aside in favor of the next, as she searched for something that felt just right.