Harper's POV"Hi, sweetie, happy new semester," I said, smiling at my reflection in the mirror.I tied my soft, golden-brown hair into a high ponytail and wore a lemon-yellow knit sweater over a white shirt, paired with a white skirt. This outfit wasn't exactly glamorous, but it made me look youthful and cute—perfect for spring. Luckily, I had taken the time yesterday to iron my clothes; otherwise, I'd definitely be rushing around in a panic right now.Oh, it’s already 8:45. I need to leave for school soon. Matthew has a game today, and as his girlfriend, there's no way I’m missing it!Grabbing my backpack and swiping a bit of lip gloss on my lips as I ran downstairs, I nearly tripped over myself on the way. These complicated stairs!"Sweetie, have breakfast—""No time, Mom! I’m in a rush!"With time running out, I couldn't sit down for breakfast with my family. Oh, I'm so excited about the new semester. I didn’t fall asleep until late last night, and my alarm had to go off four or fi
Third Person POV"Sir, the reserved seats are ready for you today. When will you and your guests be arriving?"In the VIP corridor of the stadium, several uniformed staff members stood with serious expressions as a middle-aged man in a suit made a phone call. During the conversation, he unconsciously bent his back even lower.He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before the call was cut off. Yet, he didn’t show any sign of frustration; he simply stood in place, waiting."Manager, are we really going to keep waiting for this guest?""Of course! Be cautious," the middle-aged man, addressed as the manager, whispered back, scolding the staff member while carefully scanning the surroundings."This guest is a very important person. I’m not even sure if he’s here for the game, but all of you better be on your best behavior. Do not do anything that might displease him."The tense atmosphere was nearly suffocating as the sounds of the game announcer filled the stadium, making the man grow
Harper’s POVI had such a great time with my friends. Amid everyone's teasing, Matthew took out the gift he’d prepared. Besides the championship ring already on my finger, he had carved my birthstone into a rose and made it into a necklace.I can’t even describe how moved I was when I saw the gift. My father left me when I was young, and my mother had to work just to make ends meet. We never really had time to celebrate birthdays properly. When we were at our poorest, we couldn’t even afford a cake. I never thought I’d ever receive a real birthday present.My grandmother once said that my mother was a beautiful young woman, but fate hadn’t been kind to her. She endured a lot, so I could never blame her. She gave me life and raised me.I don’t know the full love story between my mother and my stepfather, but I imagine it was something sweet. No matter what kind of person my stepfather is or what kind of past he has, I’m thankful. He took away the hardship from my mom’s life.I never da
Marco's POVI stood on the balcony. The North American wind was free, even the moonlight felt gentle here. I looked down at his hand. Something in my fingers reflected the moonlight, like a star.It was a diamond necklace. I closed his eyes, imagining how beautiful it would look on Harper's neck. Her slender neck reminded me of a swan from a ballet performance. I thought about how I could wrap my hand around that delicate neck.The necklace matched perfectly with the dress she wore tonight.A gust of wind blew through, rustling the leaves in the garden below, shattering the silence. In my mind, I saw again the scene of the boy kissing the girl that afternoon.Suddenly, an unexplainable irritation welled up inside me.I watched them for a few seconds longer before leaving. I had seen it all very clearly—her flushed cheeks after the kiss, her lips swollen from the kiss, and her swan-like neck, every fine vein beneath her pale skin visible to him.“Damn it!” I kicked over the wooden loun
Harper’s POVAfter showering, my body felt much lighter. The exhaustion was washed away, and even my emotional burden felt less heavy. But I was still so tired today, barely able to keep my eyes open.It was already late, and there was no sound from downstairs. Everyone must have gone to bed.I wanted to go down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before going back to sleep.The servants had cleaned up and left the villa. The living room was pitch dark and incredibly quiet. I didn’t turn on the lights; I didn’t want to disturb anyone. I knew the house well by now. Yawning, I navigated the dark living room. Sometimes, I’d come down for water in the middle of the night—this route had become muscle memory.But as I passed the couch, my leg bumped into something hard yet warm.Someone was sitting on the couch!My body reacted faster than my mind; I stumbled back, taking two quick steps away. In the moonlight, I saw it was my stepbrother—Marco.I clutched my chest, trying to make my vo
Harper’s POVOur house was still some distance from the party venue. I wanted to sit comfortably, but the person beside me made me feel stiff and uneasy.I kept my breathing shallow, afraid he might talk to me or do something.The atmosphere was tense, but just then, the driver slammed the brakes suddenly, and I lunged forward from the momentum. A hand grabbed me from behind, pulling me back into his chest.“My apologies, a cat just ran across the road,” the driver turned back and apologized to us.I quickly sat up, straightening my messy hair and putting distance between us. “It’s alright, just be careful.”Unlucky. The very thing I dreaded came true.I pressed myself against the car door, holding onto the handle, not wanting to look in his direction at all.After we had driven for a while, my phone in my purse vibrated. It was a message from Matthew.“Dear princess, you haven’t messaged me all day. Do you have some time today? I recently discovered a nice restaurant that I think you
Harper’s POVThe next morning, I was woken up by my mom. I almost overslept again.Yawning as I brushed my hair, I pulled on my shirt and skirt. Parties really weren’t for me, I thought.More precisely, it was the “adults’” kind of party. I felt like a kid sitting there, watching adults talk about things I couldn’t understand at all.Once I finished fixing my hair, I went downstairs, grabbed a few bites of breakfast, and then got in the car for school.In the car, I received a friend request from an unfamiliar number.“Harper, I was a guest at the party yesterday. It was love at first sight for me, so I asked your father for your contact information.”I didn’t know who he was, but since he was someone from the party, I thought it best not to offend him. So I accepted the request.“Hi.”“Hi.”“Let me introduce myself. Yesterday, you met my father, Jack Conti. I am his successor, Angelo. We will have many collaborations with the Moretti family in the future. I know this may seem abrupt,
Marco’s POVThe rain had come without warning, but it wasn't my concern. Someone beside me offered an umbrella.I waved everyone back. David and I strolled in the rain. The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella made a muffled noise, a constant patter that isolated us from the world.If Harper were here, she’d be surprised. She probably didn’t know that David was the largest shareholder of this school.This school had been established by David and his family, which is why when she came to the U.S., my father sent her here.Only this way could Harper’s safety be ensured. Perhaps it was because David was too busy that he couldn't keep a constant eye on her, so her relationship with that boy hadn’t reached our ears.Today, after finishing a meeting, I came to the school to see David. In truth, there wasn’t anything particularly urgent that I needed to discuss with him. I couldn't quite understand why I felt the need to come—it was as though I simply wanted to see her.David noticed my r