Elena's POV.

　　I stared blankly at the piece of paper in front of me, my mind racing with confusion. The words blurred together as I tried to make sense of the situation. But one thing was clear - I couldn't involve my father. He would never support me in this.

　　"Miss Elena," my teacher, called out to me. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat.

　　"Sir?" I mumbled, trying to sound calm.

　　"What are you thinking about?" He asked, his eyes narrowing ...