Chapter 61

New York, a few weeks earlier.

The blonde-haired girl walked slowly with a black backpack behind her back out of the dormitory. A small yellow Pokemon-shaped hanger hung from the girl's zipper and moved in sync with the tempo of her staggered steps. By then, the sky had already begun to darken, and the clock on the girl's hand was already pointing to eight.

Alisa knew that leaving the dormitory other than on weekends could be considered a case of running away from the dormitory, sneaking around, or something like that. But for her, it was an emergency. Her state of mind was unstable. It all started because Cassandra asked her to change her hair color, acted as if she was a fairy godmother helping a poor girl, and then treated her like trash in front of Aston just because a fairy godmother loved the same prince. Oh my, Alisa was even sickened at the thought of Aston being the prince that everyone was fighting over.

Shouldn't a prince be fair and wise?