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CHAPTER 32: Just Great

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 11:36:58

By the time lunch rolled around, my stomach was growling like a caged animal. Tess and I made our way to the cafeteria, the noise level at a solid roar as students shouted over each other about everything from weekend plans to who was dating who. I barely paid attention, too focused on grabbing a quick bite before the chaos of the afternoon classes.

We found our usual spot by the window, and Tess plopped down in her chair, dropping her tray with a dramatic flair. “God, I’m starving. I could eat a horse. No, scratch that—two horses.”

I rolled my eyes, pulling out my bag to grab my wallet. “You say that every day, Tess. One of these days, you’re going to start neighing.”

She smirked, taking a bite of her sandwich. “Better neighing than starving.”

I rummaged through my bag, frowning when my wallet didn’t immediately appear. I checked the smaller pocket. Nothing. Then the larger one. Still nothing. My heart sank.

“Tess,” I said slowly, my voice tinged with worry.

“Wha
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