Meret stepped out of the car, her heels clicking softly against the paved ground of the parking lot. The chauffeur had parked close to the entrance, so she could already see clusters of students streaming into the building.
As she walked forward, she began to notice something strange. Every time she approached a group of students, they froze. They didn't speak, didn't move, didn't even breathe too loudly until she passed. Then, only after she had gone a few steps ahead, would they continue walking.
Meret lifted her chin slightly, maintaining a calm, regal poise — the kind that came naturally to queens. She wasn't sure if it was respect, fear, or curiosity that kept everyone still, but whatever it was, she refused to let it shake her.
The same thing happened as she entered the hallway. Silence rippled through the corridor. No whispers. No laughter. Not even the usual chatter of morning gossip. It was strange, but somehow, it boosted her confidence.
