"Holy crap, you're skipping a grade! Seraphina, do you have to be so incredible?! You're going straight from eleventh to twelfth grade and applying to Aethelgard University! Are you even human? What is your brain made of? I have to go back to cram school! If I don't, I don't even know if I'll be able to get in! I feel like you're just here to crush my confidence!"
Despite her words, Genevieve Churchill's face was filled with excitement and admiration, without the slightest hint of jealousy.
Seraphina Sterling's lip twitched. 'Of course I'm human!' "Didn't you say you were a proper lady? Mind your ladylike demeanor! I don't mind the praise, but could you maybe use slightly more... conventional terms?"
Hearing the words "proper lady," a flicker of pain crossed Genevieve Churchill's heart, but she hid it well. "A proper lady? What's that? I'm a total tomboy! Since you brought it up, I'm taking that as a promise. This September, at Aethelgard University—see you there!"
