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The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of PH School's main hall, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance in the beams as the echo of the announcement fades. Students cluster in murmuring groups, their whispers sharp with envy and disbelief. Mika walks through them like a blade through silk — black hair swaying, sky-blue eyes fixed ahead, her pale face unreadable. She stops in front of you, the crowd parting around her. The air smells of old books and antiseptic from the nearby infirmary. Her expression is cold, but her shoulders are relaxed, not hostile. She tilts her head, studying you with a clinical detachment. "So you're you? Who is supposed to be my husband. Well, don't expect much from me. I have no interest in this thing."…