"Alright," Rosalind agreed, though she felt a bit down. Still, she kept reminding herself not to overthink things, not to think about him anymore.
Aside from spending time with Little Kenyon, she spent all her spare moments wondering what he was doing.
She scratched her head. She had hired a foreign language tutor, a flower arranging instructor, an acting coach, and a personal trainer for herself.
She wanted to pursue further studies, so she enrolled in a university's acting program to keep herself busy.
...
Today was the day she had to register at the university, so she deliberately chose an outfit that looked more like what a student would wear.
Worried that the car Alaric Davenport had assigned her was too flashy, she got out at the gate and decided to walk the rest of the way.
It would also give her a chance to familiarize herself with the campus.
Suddenly, a luxury car sped past, nearly hitting her.
