Rejected by the Magic Genius, Loved by the Masked Heir

I was the fat girl. Louis protected me once. I thought he liked me. Then I confessed. He burned my hair: "You think you deserve me?" He liked me but never admitted it—because I was fat. I cried, lost weight. Every guy came.

I only cared about masked transfer Drake. He leaned on me, stomach hurting. I bought medicine, taught him potions. He blasted a bully for me. Then he unmasked—heir to a top family, impossibly handsome. Louis begged. I took Drake's hand: "I choose him."