Vivian stood among the crowd, her gaze fixed on the two figures in the middle of the dance floor.
She saw Greg's hand resting on Catherine's waist, Catherine's hand resting lightly on his shoulder, and the two of them turning, advancing, and retreating to the music in such natural harmony.
"Those two really do look like a perfect match."
"They do. They're actually quite lovely to watch."
The whispers around her were like fine needles piercing the most tender part of her heart.
Vivian had already convinced herself.
Someone like Greg was never destined to belong to one person alone.
She was willing to learn to share him, willing to accept that other women might come into his life.
But when she actually witnessed the scene before her, she realized that she was not nearly as openhearted as she had imagined.
She still felt uneasy. She still felt jealous. She was still afraid-afraid that the person standing beside him might one day replace her in his heart.
And what made her feel even more helpless was that she could not even walk over openly and stake her claim.
Because she was the Kingdom's First Princess and the Student Council President. Everything she did reflected on the royal family and the Academy. She could not be overly intimate with a boy in public, much less reveal their relationship.
As the music faded into its final note, Vivian's attention was no longer on the dance floor.
Her mind had gone blank, as though something had snapped in that instant, leaving her unable to think at all.
"President..."
Yelina's voice came from beside her, tinged with concern. "Greg, our junior, he..."
"!"
The instant she heard Greg's name, only one thought remained in Vivian's mind-leave.
She spun around and hurried straight toward the