Catherine's POV
The lecture hall emptied as soon as the lecture ended. The last few students trickled out, while Mrs. Lewis stood by the door, her arms crossed over her chest, waiting for the two girls at the center of the storm. Sasha looked like she wanted to tear someone's throat out, while Lucy was busy smoothing her hair.
"Lucy, Sasha. My office. Now," the lecturer said, her voice leaving no room for negotiation.
Lucy let out a soft, feminine sigh and adjusted her designer bag on her shoulder. She turned a sweet, artificial smile toward the lecturer. "Honestly, Mrs. Lewis, I don't think that's necessary anymore. Sasha was clearly just having a moment of emotional instability. I'm willing to overlook it for the sake of the class's peace. I don't want to cause any more trouble."
Sasha's head snapped toward her, her eyes flashing with anger. "Oh, you're willing to overlook it? Are you scared the truth will actually come out once properly checked, Lucy?"
