Isabella′s POV:
Ian parks his car and got out. He held out a hand. “Ladies,” he grins, and I grasp. He resumed his gentleman’s actions and aided Hee-Young in getting out the car.
The wind howl against my dark locks as I look upward, witnessing the sun shining furiously. The double pink door held open as the students stroll in and out, chattering about a variety of topics. Some eyes were rolling on me, but it quickly reverted itself when our eyes met. Ian stands in the front with Hee-Young beside me, holding my hand for reassurance as the guards stepped behind me. When we step into the corridors, everyone went quiet for a split silence then analyzed me before going back into the discussion.
“That’s our new Luna? She looks so weak.”
“I don’t care about her strength. Let’s hope
