Eliana's POV
The day after my last encounter with Oliver, I got a surprising invitation as I was heading to class that afternoon.
“What's wrong?” Annabelle asked, moving closer to me.
I looked up slowly, turning off the screen of my phone. “It's nothing much. Something just caught my attention,” I answered.
“Obviously,” she said, regarding me with suspicious eyes. “What is it, Eliana? What’s responsible for that troubled frown on your face?”
“It's the Dean. I just received an email from his assistant telling me that my presence is requested at his office this afternoon.”
Annabelle's eyes widened. “The Dean? Do you think…” she stopped mid-sentence, scanning our surroundings. Her voice was low when she spoke again. “Do you think it's because of you and him?”
“I can't think of any
