"Madam, I'm fine. I just had a meal at His Highness's place!" Summer Ford turned her head to reply and then headed straight to her room.
Back in the room, she closed the door with a backward hand, and her room door was not opened again.
Until the next morning.
Waking up groggily, she did a simple wash-up, changed her clothes, grabbed several language books, and was about to go to class, when a maid stopped her, "Miss Ford, your classes for the next few days have been canceled. The teacher responsible called to say that he's busy these days, and the classes will be collectively postponed."
The maid was only responsible for conveying the message, reciting the notice she received word-for-word without missing a detail.
She was merely repeating, devoid of any expression on her face, but Summer Ford listened with a slight furrow of her brows.
It's obviously impossible for all the teachers to be unavailable.
