Serena:
By the time Helena stepped into the classroom, I was already tired of hearing people talk about Alexander.
Not because I wasn’t thinking about him myself. Well, mostly I did but I wasn’t going to say that out loud. Because his words from last night kept playing in my mind throughout most of the day, and Helena’s lesson played through the other half of the day.
I sat by the window, pretending to pay attention while the instructor explained formal dinner protocol. The notebook Alexander had given me lay open, but instead of notes I’d been doodling in the corner for the last five minutes. Josephene noticed, of course.
“You know you’re supposed to be writing what she says,” she whispered. “You are in class to learn and not play with some doodles that you think are going to get you
