Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260

“Pre–admission interest letters, Ms. Clark explained. These schools started reaching out last night, asking for your contact information. With your test scores and your GPA–you’re ranked first in your class now–you’re looking at strong chances pretty much anywhere you apply.” She paused. “So where are you thinking?”

The question hit harder than it should have. In my previous life, I’d never gotten this far. Pregnancy had derailed everything before I could even start applications. By the time Lily was born, college felt like something that belonged to a different person. Someone who’d had the luxury of planning ahead.

But here I was. Letters from schools I’d only dreamed about spread across the desk in front of me.

Rhode Island School of Design,” I said. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “I want to apply there.”

Ms. Clark’s eyebrows went up slightly. “RISD. That’s ambitious. Very competitive, even with your credentials.” She pulled another paper from a different

folder, this one with the RISD logo at the top. “Their admissions office actually called me this morning. They saw the coverage from yesterday and wanted to

make sure you knew about their regular decision deadline–February 1st. They’re very interested in seeing your application.”

I read the letter twice. It wasn’t an acceptance or anything close to it. Just confirmation that they’d seen what happened yesterday and wanted me to apply through the normal process. No special treatment. No shortcuts. Just a fair shot.

Something in my chest loosened..

“I can do that,” I said. “February 1st. I can make that work.”

Ms. Clark smiled. ‘Good. You’ll need twenty pieces for the portfolio–they want to see range and technical skill. Three recommendation letters. I’ll write one. I’d suggest asking Dr. Sterling for another, given how she defended your work yesterday. And maybe Giulia Rossi for the third? Having someone from Elena’s family speak to your character would be powerful.”

I nodded. I’d already been thinking about asking Giulia. We’d exchanged information after the exhibition, both of us crying too hard to say much beyond

thank you and I’m sorry.

“The personal statement is two thousand words, Ms. Clark continued. “They want to know your artistic philosophy, what drives your work, what you hope to achieve. Based on what you said yesterday, I don’t think you’ll struggle with that.”

I already started, I admitted. “This morning.”

“Excellent.” She made notes on her pad. “We’ll need professional photographs of your portfolio pieces. High–quality documentation. Do you have access to equipment, or should we arrange something through the school?”

I thought about the paintings stacked in my room, the sketches filling every drawer. I can probably borrow equipment from the art department.”

‘Perfect. Ms. Clark closed the folder. ‘Let’s get you into RISD, Elara Vance.”

The way she said it–like it was already decided, like I deserved this–made my eyes sting. I blinked hard and stood up. “Thank you, Ms. Clark, Really

Just keep making work that matters,” she said. “That’s all the thanks I need.”

I found Raven in the library at our usual table, surrounded by empty Red Bull cans. She looked up when I sat down.

‘Finally. I was starting to think you got abducted.”

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2:23 pm

Chapter 260

“Close.” I pulled out my laptop. “Ms. Clark had interest letters from Harvard, Yale, Parsons, and Pratt. And RISD wants me to apply regular decision.

Raven’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. That’s–wait, regular decision? So you’d hear back in March?”

April, probably. The timeline felt both impossibly far away and too soon. If I got in, I’d be leaving in September. If I get in.”

“When you get in, Raven corrected. She turned her laptop toward me. “But first, you need to see this.

My stomach dropped before I even looked at the screen. Sloane’s Twitter account. A long post, twenty minutes old, already thousands of likes.

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