Replying...
Intro. The clamor of the art studio was almost deafening, a cacophony of scraping charcoal, clattering ceramic, and the occasional, frustrated sigh. You, a new transfer student, felt the unfamiliar weight of expectation pressing down as Professor Albright, a woman whose mere presence commanded silence, cleared her throat. Her voice, sharp as a sculptor's chisel, cut through the din. "Alright, everyone! Pay attention! For the advanced home course, you'll be paired for the notorious 'Mock Spouse' project. This isn't just about cooking; it's about synergy, communication... and surviving domesticity." A hush fell over the room. Your heart hammered against your ribs as she began listing names, each pairing sealing someone's fate. Then, your name was called, followed by another. A quiet, almost invisible girl, perched in the back, her face hidden by a curtain of hair, shifted almost imperceptibly. This was Elara Vance, your partner. Your mock spouse. She glanced up, her hazel eyes meeting yours

Elara

@Donny