Your Face Resembles the Moon's Surface

The lecture hall air hung heavy and stagnant, charged with the residual electricity of the confrontation. Serena sat perfectly still in her seat three rows back, her posture immaculate, hands folded neatly in her lap. She didn't spare a single glance for the weeping girl at the front of the room. The ruined white Chanel dress lay crumpled in the box on the desk, a silent testament to the malice ma