Chapter 7

A few days later, the results of the SAT were announced. The first set of scores I learned about was Nash's.

Before he got together with Yvonne, he ranked in the top thirty of our grade. If he could have secured the first prize in that international competition, going to the Florence Academy of Fine Arts wouldn't have been a problem.

However, now with his hand injury, he had hardly attended any classes during the entire senior year, hadn't completed a single test paper, and on top of that, he barely answered anything in the liberal arts section of the exam.

His mother called my mom and wept on the phone, saying he had only scored a little over 1000 points, not even reaching 1100. Not to mention the Florence Academy of Art or the Central Academy of Fine Arts; he couldn't even qualify for an ordinary undergraduate program and would have to settle for a college diploma.

Yvonne, on the other hand, had assumed that her beauty would help her pass the art exam with ease from the day she