The sun streamed through the windows of the classroom the next day, casting a golden glow over everything, but Q didn't need the light to brighten her mood. Her smile was as wide as the fields back home, and for once, it wasn't forced or laced with her usual sarcasm. It was real, bubbling up from somewhere deep inside her.
She had done it.
Lady Orita had handed back her paper yesterday with a small smile, one that wasn't easy to earn, and said, "Good job, Miss Weston." Q had blinked at the words, thinking for a moment she'd misheard. But no, there it was. Praise. Honest, actual praise from Lady Orita herself.
It felt better than winning a county fair ribbon for a fattened pig back home—and that was saying something.
Her new star gleamed proudly on her collar, a small but significant addition that meant she wasn't at the very bottom anymore. Two stars. Two! It wasn't four like Juliette's now, but it was progress. And progress came with perks.