CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

SCARLETT'S POV.

As the lecturer started backing his things, signaling the end of another grueling day at school, I gathered my textbooks and notes, ready to escape the confines of the lecture halls and immerse myself in the freedom of the weekend. Abby, my ever-enthusiastic and equally exhausted friend, joined me by my side, her face lighting up with a contagious smile.

"Finally! We made it, Scarlett!" she exclaimed dramatically and I laughed at her silliness. We had survived another week of intense classes, endless readings, and mind-boggling legal jargon. That was how exam weeks were, totally gruesome and frustrating. And I couldn't say the thought of the next three weeks stretching before us, devoid of textbooks and case briefs, wasn't exhilarating.

Together, we navigated through the maze of students streaming out of the building, their conversations blending into a symphony of equal relief to be done with the exams and for the break that awaited us.

As we walked, Abby's voice bu