Rosalie's POV
Thin streams of sunlight hit the beautiful pink diamond on my left hand as I angled my hand to watch the reflected light dance on the ceiling tile above me. I cant help the smile that pulls across my face as a sudden annoying pain prods at my side. I whipped my head to the side to see Gigi glaring at me and signaling with her eyes to look forward. I turned my gaze to the front of the classroom to see our Art Literature teacher staring at me with a c****d eyebrow. The other students in the class have all turned in their seats to look at me as well and I shrink a little into my chair as reality finally sinks in.
"Perhaps you'd like to enlighten us on your take of this ancient scrollpiece, Miss Royal?" The teacher asked, eliciting a collective snicker from most of the student
