Olivia's POV
We soon arrived at the school, and I was blown away once again by how magnificent it looked. Students work in and out of the buildings while some sit on the lush grass, talking and laughing with each other.
I was a bit nervous as I watched them. What would they think of me? Would they hate me? Back at home, no one liked me much because I spent most of my time with Papa. When I was finally old enough and realised I needed my own friends, most people were already paired up.
My excitement suddenly drained away and was replaced with anxiety. I didn't want to go to school anymore.
Pierre parked the car and got out to open the door for me. I stepped out nervously and looked around, expecting glaring eyes looking in my direction. However, nothing happened. My presence didn't even
