The Janitor Girl Sang One Song, and the Billionaire’s Son Stopped Laughing

music theory turned around.

Phones lifted.

Faces leaned in.

Carter smiled like the whole room belonged to him.

“Sing that at Founders Night,” he said, loud enough for the back row to hear, “and I’ll marry you.”

The room burst open with laughter.

I sat there in my faded blue uniform, my fingers pressed flat on the desk, trying not to shake.

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