CEO's Allergy

In my world,

Perfection is a luxury I can't afford.

Scholarships? Like limited-edition designer bags-I admire from afar, knowing they'll never be mine.

Awards? Please. Those are for the lucky. And luck? I used up all of mine just getting into a third-tier college.

That was until the unthinkable happened at the Wellington Corporation Group Scholarship Awards ceremony. A moment I wasn't even supposed to be in the room for. I, Phoebe Harper-the girl who barely scrapes tuition and only shows up on the dean's radar when fees are overdue-was called up on stage. Me. Of all people.