It was a late night for Cordelia as she poured over her books, tackling problem after problem in preparation for the upcoming math competition. The consequence was a late start the next morning.
Seeing her yawning and bleary-eyed, Lorna, her ever-doting stepmother, packed a breakfast sandwich for her to eat on the go. "Sweetie, even if it's for the math competition, don't push yourself too hard. Health comes first," she said, her voice tinged with concern.
Cordelia nodded in agreement as she grabbed her backpack.
Juliana, who had finished her breakfast of pancakes and bacon, couldn't resist a snide comment. "Some people should know their limits. Acing one test doesn't mean you're cut out for the big leagues. I heard about yesterday's mock exam. You were at the bottom of the barrel again."
Ignoring Juliana's barbs, Cordelia took her breakfast and headed out the door.
Latham had told her the day before that she had made significant progress and just needed to avoid a few advanced problem-solving methods. That meant more practice, of course.
Juliana followed Cordelia to the door, insinuating, "You're not just in it for the math competition, are you? What's your real intention?"
Without a word, Cordelia climbed into the car.
Juliana tried to continue the conversation, but Cordelia had already leaned against the window, eyes closed, seemingly asleep. The soft curve of her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks, and her lips glistened slightly.
A weird urge to shatter that serene image took hold of Juliana for a moment.
The car stopped as usual in front of Midnight Scent, the local place where Cordelia often grabbed a bite before school. Having caught up on her sleep, she stepped out with her backpack just as Juliana, who had held back her sarcasm for the entire ride, couldn't help but sneer again, "You know, if you don't score well in the upcoming Galaxy Math Whiz Competition, Latham is going to kick you out of the math competition prep group. Don't set your sights on things that aren't meant for you."
Cordelia paused, sighed, and turned to face Juliana, saying, "I remember you're in the physics competition, right?"
Juliana's heart skipped a beat, defensively asking, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Cordelia looked away, her voice indifferent, "Nothing."
She adjusted her slipping backpack and walked into Midnight Scent, leaving a puzzled Juliana behind.
Inside, Everard was already lounging at the small diner-style table, with legs that seemed too long for the space, casually resting on the table's edge. His sharp features softened in a lazy smile as Cordelia sat down.
When Cordelia sat down, Everard picked up a piece of toast, and Calvert dared to eat it.
The three men were silent and soon finished breakfast. As Calvert cleaned up, he asked Cordelia, "So, how did you feel about that fight yesterday?"
Cordelia looked at him for a couple of seconds before responding, "It was interesting."
Calvert was speechless, then he heard Cordelia adding, “We can practice a few more times in the future.”
As he saw Cordelia's gaze turn towards him, he quickly said, "I've got things to do and can't spar with you!"
She looked a bit disappointed but then turned to Everard.
Everard leaned back and raised an eyebrow, expecting a sparring invitation, but Cordelia drifted her gaze away after a few seconds.
Everard was puzzled. Wasn't he good enough?
Cordelia has already commented on Everard in her heart. He was too good-looking and showy, not as stocky and resistant as Little Fang.
As Cordelia prepared to leave for school, she suddenly stopped and said to Everard, "Tomorrow's the weekend, and I'm going to my grandfather's. What should we do?"
Skipping a day's meeting with him wouldn't cause heartache, would it?
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