Emily’s POV

The morning sun barely cut through the heavy gray clouds over Bellmont University. I thought if I got to my eight o'clock economics lecture early, I could slip in and out before anyone noticed me.

I was completely wrong.

The second I stepped off the stone library steps onto the central quad, a bright flash blinded my eyes.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"There she is!" a man shouted from behind a hedge. "That's Emily!"

Before I could even take another step, a wave of people surged over the manicured grass. Dozens of paparazzi, news reporters, and cameramen broke straight through the campus security gates, sprinting toward me with giant...