Chapter 17: Training of survival and the appearance of Zam

The best thing about my lessons and about my teachers is that we became friends. They are all kind to me, even how many mistakes I made they are too patient and understanding... not unlike the one person I am thinking right now, Henry. I am now sitting on the bar’s counter still in my old woman disguise. My lesson with Ms. Deandra has just ended and my last test is also perfect. It is about making a disguise and putting it on. I really can’t imagine that I learned many bizarre things in my one-month stay here. I can even believe that I survived it all.

“Grandpa said my final test will be put in action tomorrow. I wonder how and what kind of test will it be. Somehow I feel like I am being trained to be a spy or something. I was even trained on how to hack computers. What a tiring month this is.” I utter and sigh.

I am drinking into this one glass of margarita that the lady bartender of the mansion’s