Scarlett stared into her reflection in the mirror and tilted her head, letting her flowing hair sway to the right. A remarkably elegant looking girl blinked and tilted her head back at her. She had vibrant eyes and lashes, with eyes ever so slightly slanted and dark from makeup, granting her a foreign look. Her small jaw was elegantly carved and accentuated by pretty pouted lips, creating an irresistibly alluring look. She had developed quite the figure for twelve. Her golden red locks gleamed in the candlelight. “Flawless,” she thought to herself, as her lips puckered into a haughty but refined expression.

A week ago, she heard Casey talk about the new student in their year. Having students join in after the first year was an exceptionally rare occurrence in the Academy, and the rumors made her all the more curious.