None were spared from the shock of her sudden flee from their presence, and the senior tutor, rather mistress of the Ballet Academy, Madam Angelica, wasn't impressed.
An offended scoff nearly elicited her lips but being the professional she was, composed herself yet Francess, the top student scoffed then rolled her eyes.
The abrupt leave of the lady that Master Doreen brought along was plain… mannerous! Why on Earth would someone as dignified as him be with her?
“Francess.” The Italian teacher sent a hard glare her way — scoffing and rolling of the eyes were classless.
She instantly straightened up then did a bow light.
“Please forgive my act, Master Doreen.” As she apologized, the green-eyed Demi god wasn't even standing there anymore.
“Madam Angelica, I trust you'll take care of th
