To fall in love with a math geek… In the mirror, wiping off the excess soft, glitter-pink lip gloss, was someone considered “angel of beauty,” as most of her schoolmates would say. Usually, there would be a line of girls beside her, doing the same: fixing their mascara, popping their contact lenses in. 11th grade is different when teachers mess up schedules, and suddenly, you were in Advanced Calculus instead of standard-level math. Seraphina smacked her lips, ensuring that