Chapter 6
This was the first time in seven years that I had seen Noah Carter.
During all those long, solitary years after we parted ways, I had imagined countless times. What the seventeen–year–old
boy would look like when he grew up.
And now, here he was, standing in front of me.
The man in front of me slowly overlapped with the version of him I remembered.
White shirt, black slacks, tall and lean, his presence crisp and sharp.
Everything about him looked polished, almost to a fault.
His gaze was still calm, restrained, yet bright and clear.
Compared to before, the youthful edge had faded.
The boyish charm was gone, replaced by a composed steadiness.
But one thing hadn’t changed–that quiet, untouchable aura that belonged solely to Noah.
I had always felt he was like the farthest star in the night sky–distant, brilliant, and unreachable.
And now, he looked even farther away.
Viola glanced at me, then at him.
The wide, open hallway suddenly felt smaller, like it had been compressed by the tension of this unexpected reunion.
The air grew heavy, suffocating in its stillness.
Until someone broke it.
“Noah, everyone’s here. We’re just waiting on you.”
A soft, clear female voice came from behind him.
I looked over.
She was a well–dressed girl with delicate features, impeccable style, radiating quiet confidence.
She walked up to Noah, only to find him frozen in place.
Then, following the direction of his gaze–she turned to look at me.
The moment our eyes met, I saw the unmistakable flicker of surprise in hers.
Her lips parted slightly and trembled, as if she wasn’t sure whether to believe her eyes.
Finally, she called out my name, tentatively: “Mint… Mint Bennett?”
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Her voice sounded restrained, even nervous.
In that instant, I saw the anxiety in her eyes.
But I didn’t think she needed to feel that way.
After all, she was the one who had won.
And I was the one who had left–hurriedly, quietly, without a trace.
My mind briefly wandered to the classmate who had greeted me so enthusiastically at the airport.
If she had been here, I would’ve simply told her, “Actually, the person who went to Harvard with Noah Carter wasn’t me.”
It was her.
Elise Simmons.
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