Belle had mastered the art of being invisible. Not the kind where people couldn’t see her—no, they saw her just fine. They just never looked twice. And honestly, she preferred it that way. At Princeton College, attention was currency. The louder you were, the richer you seemed. The more reckless, the more admired. It was a world built on noise, chaos, and reputation. Belle didn’t belong to any of that. She walked through the campus gates with her usual quiet steps, her bag slung over one shoulder, fingers loosely gripping the strap like it anchored her to something steady. Her outfit was simple—a soft, fitted top tucked into a short skirt that brushed mid-thigh, paired with sneakers that made barely a sound against the pavement. Her glasses sat neatly on her nose, framing eyes that noticed everything… even if no one noticed her. Groups of students filled the courtyard, laughter echoing in bursts. Conversations overlapped—weekend parties, hookups, gossip. Especially gossip. “Did
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