The late morning bell echoed across the campus, signaling the transition to P.E. class. Students buzzed through the hallways, gathering in pairs and small groups as they made their way toward the changing rooms behind the gymnasium. Inside the girls’ locker room, the atmosphere was alive with chatt
The previous night, Headmistress Moore had taken a call she’d rather not admit to. Beatrice had phoned her directly—late, insistent, and with a voice trembling on the edge of fury masked as concern. “I’m not asking for anything drastic,” Beatrice had said sweetly, a little too sweetly. “Just… make
A few minutes later The atmosphere in the headmistress’s office was thick with tension as the assistant returned, opening the door politely. All heads turned when Rose stepped in with her usual calm, her gaze sweeping over the room. She recognized everyone present—Teacher Price with a smug tilt of
At the headmistress's office, the atmosphere was thick with tension even before Teacher Lopez stepped through the door. She knocked once, waited for the formal invitation, and then entered. Her brows furrowed the moment she saw Teacher Price already inside, seated with her usual smug expression plas
The next day. Rose woke up the next morning with heavy eyes and dark circles beneath them. She had spent most of the night reading, only managing to get about three hours of sleep. Her head still aches slightly, but she forced herself out of bed, got dressed, and made her way downstairs for breakfa
Anderson estate After dinner, Rose moved down the corridor carrying a polished silver tray in her hand . Upon it sat a delicate porcelain teapot, a matching cup and saucer, and a small bowl of sugar cubes. The scent of chamomile and honey drifted gently from the pot. When she reached Frank’s st