"What are you doing?" Damien asked surprised, walking into a room full of books. He glanced towards the bed surprised at the amount of books stacked upon each other.
Beside them, was Elsa who had her head lowered to a biochemistry textbook, flipping a new page with each passing minute—more like seconds.
She raised her eyes and glared at Damien. Nonetheless, she lifted the book and said in reply, "I'm reading"
"I see" Damien muttered, walking to the bed. He sat on it and asked again, "why the sudden change? I hope it's not because you feel you need good grades to enter a prestigious University?"
Elsa who was about flipping to the next page, paused. She bit down on her lips, then finally flipped the page.
"Well, there's an upcoming event in school and a million dollars was promised
