The next day, the students of Montgomery Hall—usually radiating confidence and pride—were far from their usual selves. They sat quietly in the opulent foyer of the hall, their faces marked with a range of emotions: dread, stress, frustration, and even defiance. The foyer itself was a testament to luxury, with polished marble floors that reflected the sunlight streaming through massive arched windows. A grand chandelier hung overhead, its crystals glinting like diamonds, while plush velvet couches and gilded armchairs were scattered elegantly around the room. Ornate tapestries lined the walls, each one telling a story of tradition and power.
Despite the grandeur of their surroundings, the tension in the room was palpable, and no one seemed more stressed than Caroline Blackwell.
"I can't believe she would do that," came the sharp voice of Daphne Morgan, who was seated beside Caroline, her arms crossed in frustration.
