Skye linked her arm through Lex's.
Their dorm was a tight-knit unit, and Skye didn't want Lex feeling insecure about her appearance.
Zara chimed in. "I'm a pro at makeovers. I can help too, and you can borrow any of my makeup!"
The wealthy heiress certainly had the budget for it.
She had initially wanted to just buy Lex a whole new vanity set, but stopped herself, worried it might hurt the other girl's pride.
She had learned most of these social graces from Connie.
Left to her own devices, Zara could be notoriously blunt.
"Thank you, guys." Lex was touched by her friends' support, but she had zero interest in wasting time on getting dressed up.
"I want to use my free time to study and actually learn things."
"I'll figure out makeup after I graduate." Lex offered a modest, grounded smile.
Claire didn't push the issue, knowing Lex clearly had her own life plan.
But both Skye and Zara felt that neglecting her looks now was a tragic waste of her youth.
It was a waste of the best years of college.
"Lex, are you really not going to try?"
"Don't you want to experience an epic romance while we're in college?"
Skye was still very much a hopeless romantic.
"What good is an epic romance?"
"I just want to build a massive bank account."
Lex looked like a monk who had completely detached from worldly desires.
Skye and Zara were utterly speechless.
"Making money doesn't stop you from dating," Skye said, thoroughly confused. "If we look our best, wouldn't that open more doors to success anyway?" Lex didn't know how to respond to that logic.
Claire gently nudged Skye. "Leave her alone for now. She just hasn't flipped that switch yet."
"Once she meets someone she actually likes, she'll naturally want to dress up."
Skye thought about it and nodded. That made sense.
The four-person dorm meeting officially adjourned.
When Claire returned to the room, Priscilla noticed the snacks she had been
ng were gone. "Dropped
off more food for your roommates?
she asked curiously
Earlier, Lily and Tabitha had been gossiping about how Claire had managed to score extra snacks.
They were annoyed she hadn't shared with them, choosing her roommates instead. They figured since they were classmates bunking together for training, they should be closer.
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Whether the two were just venting or not, Priscilla felt their attitude was entirely out of line.
They were Claire's snacks; she could give them to whoever she wanted.
Yet the way they spoke, Claire had committed a crime by not sharing with them.
Furthermore, the duo had insinuated that Claire had some shady
connection with the counselin
wondering why else she would get Special treatment content
Claire hadn't realized her classmates had seen her carrying the food.
She had purposely avoided bringing it back to their shared room to prevent this exact kind of gossip.
Since she was caught, she simply explained, "Yeah, I hung out with them for a bit." "The extra snacks were a thank-you from a faculty member. Remember that guy who got hurt earlier?"
"I helped out a little, so his counselor gave me these as a token of appreciation."
Priscilla looked surprised, then it clicked. "Wait, you mean Hudson Carter? The guy who wrecked his family jewels?"
Everyone was confined to the same training base, and Hudson's roommates had leaked the dramatic news days ago.
By now, everyone knew Hudson had sacrificed his manhood over a midnight snack.
While people sympathized with him, the absolute absurdity of it was undeniably hilarious.
The whole situation played out like a bizarre dark comedy.
Hudson's roommates, who had helped him stash the contraband sandwiches, had all been disciplined.
They had forged a one-sided, trauma-bonded brotherhood with Hudson.
Sure, they got slapped with detentions, but at least their reproductive organs were intact.
One quick comparison was all it took for them to count their lucky stars.
"Yep," Claire said, seeing no reason to hide it.
Given Priscilla's sharp mind, it was perfectly normal for her to piece it together.