(AURIANNA'S POV)The headmistress stands the second we walk in, smoothing her skirt like we've just interrupted something important-which, judging by the stiff look on Connor's parents' faces, we probably have."Mr. Beaumont," she says with this polished little smile that looks like it's been practiced in a mirror. She gestures to the empty chairs in front of her desk. "Have a seat."Zayne walks forward, irritation bleeding subtly off him. I sit beside him, crossing one leg over the other, trying to pretend my pulse isn't doing gymnastics.The headmistress settles back into her chair, folds her hands, and then her gaze shifts to me."And you must be Mrs. Beaumont."I let out a snort so fast I almost choke on it."What?" I blurt, my eyebrows shooting up.At the same exact time, Zayne lets out an awkward chuckle, shaking his head. "No, no. Nope. Absolutely not."We start talking over each other like two idiots caught in a bad sitcom.I say, "Yeah, you're definitely mistaken, I'm not-"Z
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