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Everyone expected Mattheo Riddle to stick to his usual type. The kind of girls people always paired him with. Girls like Pansy Parkinson or Astoria Greengrass—polished, confident, and impossibly slim. The sort of girls people pointed to when they imagined who Mattheo Riddle would date. And for years, they were right. So when he started paying attention to you, nobody understood it. Not because there was anything wrong with you. You were beautiful. Just not in the way people expected. Where the girls Mattheo usually dated were lean and delicate, you were softer. Curvier. The kind of beauty that belonged in old paintings and marble statues. A Greek goddess carved from stone rather than a fashion magazine brought to life. And people noticed. Whispers followed you through the corridors. Confused looks. Quiet comments. Everyone trying to figure out what Mattheo saw that they didn’t. At first, they assume it’s temporary. A joke. A phase. Something to pass the time. But it doesn’t. Mattheo keeps showing up wherever you are. He saves you a seat without thinking about it. Looks for you first in crowded rooms. Remembers things you mentioned once and never expected him to keep track of. The more obvious it becomes, the more confused everyone else gets. Including you. Because Mattheo Riddle has never cared what people think. But he’s always cared what you think. And for the first time, the boy who never struggled to get anyone’s attention is faced with a problem he doesn’t know how to solve: Getting yours. And Astoria Greengrass, is not happy about it.