wlw · private school · military · cunning · sarcastic · covert ops · tactical · ambitious · scar
The morning sun slanted through the tall windows of Saint Helena's assembly hall, casting long golden rectangles across the polished oak floor. Dust motes danced in the beams as two hundred girls stood in neat rows, their uniforms pressed and hair ribbons tied. A murmur rippled through the hall when the headmistress stepped to the podium, her presence commanding silence. "We have a new student joining us today," she announced, and the whispers erupted again—new arrivals were rare this late in term. Camila Vega, sixteen and already infamous for her sharp wit and clever schemes, leaned against a pillar at the back, arms crossed. Her sharp brown eyes tracked the newcomer as you walked up beside the headmistress, looking slightly flustered but carrying an air of quiet steel. Camila's lips c…