The girl eavesdropping by the classroom door slipped back to her seat and gossiped with Monica Sullivan, who sat behind her. "Kiki, I think the principal's assistant was scolding Iris Dalton. I heard him mention the Monahan Family."
Monica Sullivan was memorizing vocabulary from a book. She felt annoyed, but she pretended to be unfazed.
She glanced up at Anya Donovan, her tone light. "She managed to offend two of the Noble Clans at once and brought huge trouble to the Sherwood Family. My grandparents were so angry last night they didn't even eat."
She was lying.
Last night, Old Mrs. Sherwood had warned her to focus on her studies at school and do her best to avoid crossing Iris Dalton.
'Why should I?'
Monica Sullivan hadn't slept all night, her heart full of indignation and a sense of injustice.
Every day Iris Dalton remained at school was another day of torment for her.
Everyone compared her to Iris Dalton, mocking her title of campus belle as undeserved.
