DALA
Without hesitation, I caught up to Lady Arya, still fiddling with what she’d just said. “School?” I echoed, my lips still parted in awe.
With a nod, she affirmed, but still barely alleviated the lingering confusion. “I am going to school? With..them?”
Her red lips were stretched into a somewhat satisfied smirk. “Yes, college. Are you terrified of the school itself or attending with the triplets?”
A lump sat in my throat, unwilling to move. Both of these instances were sheer horror. The bullying I experienced in high school taught me to stay the heck away from any academic gatherings. I developed an apathy that even caused me to repeat a grade.
“Your aunt sent your certificates. She wants you to further your education as you work here; it was part of the deal. You could drop out,
