6
So, Isabel—have any updates for me?”
Izzy stared into the kind abyss of her tutor’s eyes. In the last few weeks, she’d written exactly zero words, but she had managed to watch an entire back season of Great British Bake Off and learn three new ways of applying liquid eyeliner.
“Yes.”
“Magnificent! Let’s have a look, shall we?”
Her tutor’s name was Robert, and Robert was lovely, but also not the sort of person she was capable of being honest with. He was too trusting, was the thing. He truly never saw it coming when his students ran circles around him, and it made her want to shake him and ask him where his good old-fashioned British cynicism had gone. Did he lose it in childhood, or was he missing a gene altogether?
“It’s not quite ready yet. I’m still sorting out the secondary, ov
