Chapter 65 Alone

• *Harper*
• I’m so giddy as I walk to my classroom for my first ever session, I can almost hear it in the bright way my heels clack against the old tiles. I open the door to find my students already assembled, some chatting with each other, while others stare seriously at their hands while they wait for class to start.
• I try not to be intimidated by how effortlessly cool they all look. They’re all so Parisian. There’s no other way to put it.