Chapter 1855

Fiona couldn't get enough of the gift-she cuddled the soft little kitten and wouldn't let go for anything.

The kitten didn't seem to mind one bit. She just nestled deeper into Fiona's arms, purring contentedly, letting Fiona pet and play with her as much as she wanted.

Honestly, Fiona thought kittens were the ultimate mood booster. Jackson's present couldn't have been more perfect.

"What should we name her?" she asked, looking up with a spark in her eyes.

The kitten was only two and a half months old-still so tiny and new, with no name yet. But she was already a chubby little thing, weighing in at three pounds. Jackson glanced over. "Any ideas, Fiona?"

"She's so round and squishy... How about we call her Dodo?"

Jackson blinked, caught off guard by the name, but then he just laughed. "Dodo it is."

After playing with Dodo for a while, Fiona packed up her things. She had to swing by school that afternoon, so she didn't linger.

The school had set up an interview with reporters for her, thanks to her top student status. It was supposed to happen at the start of the semester, but it kept getting pushed back-until now.

As soon as Fiona arrived on campus, she caused a stir. The recent news about her was everywhere, especially since it was the weekend, and excitement was running high. The reporters who were scheduled to interview her had been camped out at the school gates for ages.

Those who'd made arrangements beforehand were quickly brought inside by the staff. The entertainment reporters, though, hadn't seen this coming-they were left standing outside, frustrated and restless.

Seeing their competition scoop up the headlines right in front of them was too much to take. They started frantically calling their editors, begging them to get in touch with the school and sort things out.

It wasn't just the reporters losing their cool-even the newsrooms started blowing up the school's phone. Meanwhile, Fiona strolled up to the entrance, backpack slung over one shoulder. The crowd was still too busy arguing on the phone to notice her slip inside. By the time they realized, she was already gone, and they could only kick themselves for missing their shot.

Such a golden opportunity, just wasted. They couldn't believe their luck.

Inside, Fiona's advisor intercepted her halfway and steered her straight to Mr. Garcia's office, where Nash and Tyler were already waiting.

"You two are early," Fiona said, dropping her backpack onto a chair. There was an impressive spread of snacks on the conference table-all fancy brands, obviously meant to impress.

Fiona had a soft spot for snacks, so she tore open a bag and popped a bite into her mouth, smiling at the taste.

"You three wait here for a bit," the

advisor said. "Mr. Garcia is talking to

the media right now. Here are

me

stick to what's written

during the interview, okay?"

She sounded almost anxious, like she wanted to answer the questions herself. Every possible scenario had a prepared response.

Fiona glanced at the papers. The answers were all super formal and polished— clearly the school's official PR script.

"You're all the pride of our school, so let's make sure we look good out there," the advisor added with a gentle smile.

But right then, Fiona set the paper down and looked up. "I like your necklace," she said suddenly.

Before the advisor could reply, Fiona went on, "It's not cheap, is it? That's M's newest design-goes for sixty-nine thousand eight hundred, right?"

The advisor just laughed, not offering any explanation. "Well, every woman deserves to treat herself sometimes."

Fiona smirked knowingly. The advisor could definitely afford something that expensive, but she wasn't from the States. She still had a mortgage, car payments, and a whole family to support. Even with a great salary, making a life here was never as easy as it looked.