KATY’S POV
END OF SPRING SEMESTER
“No matter what happens, you’re already my winner,” Braydon whispers.
I smile at him, tightening my grip on his hand like I might float away if I let go.
The auditorium settles into heavy silence as if the hundreds of people sitting here are holding their breath at once. The President of Blackrock, Daniel Royce, is standing at the podium, his voice echoing off the high ceiling, but I barely hear him. All I can focus on is the way my heart is pounding so hard it feels loud in my ears, and like everyone else can hear it too.
For the entire spring semester, I’ve lived and breathed my product. I spent late nights hunched over my laptop, and my free time in class working on it. I’ve rewritten notes and cried over them. I obsessed over every detail, tore th
