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Chapter 5

Hazel's POV

Sammy had independently tailored and custom sewed my uniform for me, I was amazed by how she completed it in such an imposing time limit. She even went as far as personally handpicking a new wardrobe for me. The skirt appeared to suffocate my body but in reality it was comfortable.

The product of a true craftsman.

She did decide to alter the skirt sizing on a whim, it now reached right above my thighs, when I confronted Sammy about it she stated she was doing me a favour, a favour? I was still in the process of figuring out if this was just her personality because I was attending a school, a one for wealthy nobles at that, I was highly doubtful I would be spared due to the length of my skirt.

Subconscious or not her passing comments were more than enough to keep me up at night. I wasn't normally a pessimist, but as of right now I couldn't stop my mind from wandering in to dark places. Best case scenario I would be left alone. I feel a migraine creep in, I jog down the stairs to the marble dressed kitchen to grab an Advil, I might as well deal with it before it arrived.

"Do you really think Hazel is ready for this?" Sammy mumbles her voice hushed.

I dunk under the barstool listening in, Why were they talking about me and what did I need to be ready for?

Aunt Cynthia sighs, "She'll only be there for a little over a year and a half, most of the good schools wouldn't take in a transfer this late." She brings her hand under her chin with a smug expression, "and plus It builds character."

Sammy presses her hand away, scuffing, "I guess we turned out alright, it will prepare her for the real world." She scrunches her face as if recalling a bad memory, "The Morris's are still as full of themselves as they were back in the day."

They simultaneously chuckle, "Nothing new there." Aunt Cynthia remarks whimsically, "I heard there's a new tyrant running around, he's aiming for the national board."

"How ambitious of him, I didn't expect anything less from a Morris?" Sammy replies pouring two glasses of rosé labenne. "Brings back memories."

"Well! Cheers to being an adult." Aunt Cynthia exclaims as the two glasses produce a soft 'clink'.

The pulsing in my temples bringing me back to reality, I crawl out the kitchen. Their conversation fresh in my mind as I return to my room. Who the hell were the Morris's and how were they linked to Milestone Academy? My life was so complicated sometimes. It wasn't like I could ask Aunt Cynthia to take me to another school. She had just paid for the school fees and everything, I would seem conceited if I asked for a transfer, both ways I was treading on eggshells.

I got the last of my stuff together as Alfred set up the car, it was already time to leave and I was feeling a bit down. Venturing into the unknown once again, I wonder what would happen this time.

"I can't accompany you on the ride there sweetie but i'll miss you dearly." Aunt Cynthia hands me my suitcase, I didn't have enough time to go through the contents but I trusted Sammy enough.

Aunt Cynthia engulfs me in a bear hug. She hands me a newly bought phone. "Here, I added my number call me if anything happens." she sniffles wiping her cheeks, I comfort her, even though I didn't understand the reason for her tears. We had spent a collection of no more than two days together, and her reaction was a bit much.

"Yes, thank you aunt."

Her face falls serious, "Look Hazel, Headmaster Winsfred is an old acquaintance of mine so if anything happens go straight to him, you don't in any circumstance have to push yourself there's always plenty other schools you can go to." She prompts implying to what I can only assume to be the circumstances in the conversation I overheard before.