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Emma’s brow furrowed, a subtle indication of her perplexity. “Third year,” she confirmed.

The palpable aura emanating from Cherise unsettled her deeply.

An uneasy tension settled in Emma’s core, manifesting in the nervous nibbling of her lip.

Realization dawned upon her with a jolt.

Though it was evident she held the role of interrogator, why did she find herself unexpectedly assuming the position of being interrogated?

“Oh, third year?” Emma echoed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Cherise’s smile remained intact as she probed, “Since you’ve graced our halls for three years, I presume familiarity with our school motto?”

Emma pressed her lips together, hesitating before reluctantly acquiescing to Cherise’s inquiry. “Our school motto… it’s to absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom.”

Cherise’s smile widened subtly. “You’ve committed it to memory quite admirably. Yet, one must ponder, why do you not abide by it?”

her confusion evident. “How

to pose this question: absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom. Among these virtues, does any justify the

“But what

of others‘ private affairs. Does that grant you a license to do the

from Cherise were enough to

Cherise’s gaze. “I did mention that I’m a journalism student. I simply require your assistance for a practical

subtle glimmer of pride in her eyes, “Surely, you wouldn’t withhold your

she added, her words carefully chosen.

if your ambition is to merely revel in reporting on others‘ private affairs and

to accommodate your request,” Cherise assured, her demeanor

address them together. I’m prepared to share aspects of my life openly; transparency

herself at a

acknowledging the

a reporter intent on

Cherise but a testament to her transparency. “As your senior, I’m prepared to share my

eyes, Emma studied the woman before