WHERE IS DAWN?
DERRICK'S POV.
As we walked to the classroom, we all couldn't help but feel surprised by the fearfulness of that peasant girl.
Yes, Dawn— her name was Dawn.
She still had not come to us to begin her duties.
Our assignments were still with her, and we had to submit this morning.
We walked to the classroom, the general one instead of our private session, thinking she would be there waiting for us as she was most likely too scared to come into our lounge and directly meet with us.
I chuckled at the thought, remembering how she nearly fell apart merely by being in our presence and began to wobble like a tuning fork, fear boldly written all over her.
'Cute' I thought and found my face, on its own accord, curving into a smile.
She really was the perfect fit for a play
