Belford College was buzzing.
From the dorm lounges to the library steps, the only name on anyone's lips was Craig Lesnar. The upcoming birthday party had taken on a life of its own—glamorous, unforgettable, and wildly extravagant.
Whispers of live performances, a champagne wall, even imported velvet furniture had turned the campus into a frenzied hive of curiosity and envy.
Students were scrambling for invites like it was The Oscars.
Phoebe couldn't stop talking about it. "I heard they had to build a temporary stage extension just to fit the performers. Chart-topping Artists, guys. Do you know how insane that is?"
Megan chimed in, wide-eyed. "Someone said they brought in a glass sculptor. A sculptor. For ice."
Merlina just nodded, lips tight. Her name hadn't come up once in any of those rumors. Except in her own head.
But Craig Lesnar ?
