It's been one month since Elio was in college. Everyone started calling him "Voltaire" because that girl spread the nickname like a warm bread, but he didn't care. On the contrary believe, it made him proud. But despite this he has often witnessed quarells between Paulette and Scarlett. He finally understood why Scarlett were always calling her Lucrezia Borgia. Paulette was a poison specialist or rather that was her main hobby.
Paulette, Elio, Vance and Alistair were sitting outside in the garden. Vance was explaining theories about how there was a secret society that sacrifices young girls to their god. Paulette was leaning on Elio's back, listening carefully as she smoked.
"I think that's nonsense, Cooper. There is no secret society, which kills girls just for the sake of a fictional god.
"I thought so too, but I read in the newspaper that it was true."
"Then you have to stop with the papers, stupid, otherwise your brain will explode." Paulette laughed at him and blew out of her cigarette, while hitting him, taking away his paper.
“You want some?” The girl asked Elio, handling him the cigarette. He agreed, taking the cigarette and pulling a smoke. Then they noticed Scarlett coming towards them with her subjects.
"I see you smoking again, Lucrezia. You know I can tell the principal about this, my love. ”Scarlett pursed her lips and flicked her eyes.
“And you, my love, don't be a little bitch....otherwise I'll come to your room in the middle of the night and fill your mouth with arsenic.” Paulette answered, taking a drag from her cigarette.
Scarlett looked at her annoyed by this response, shifting her gaze to Elio.
"Elio, come with me for a while."
- He stays. Now be gone." ”Paulette hissed without looking at her, waving her hand.
"Not everything should be under your control, Paulette."
"That rule is up to you, too,sweetheart" said the black haired woman with a cigarette in her mouth, shrugging.
Scarlett turned оn her heels and left.
" That's how you done it, boys."
“Good job, Paulie, you're hard-core.” The boys greeted her sarcastically,
They now had with Mrs. Carter. This time their teacher was a real witch. She was pretending to be a strict woman, but when you get to know her you will find that she has a soft side. The four were definitely late. And in her class nobody should be late or absent, without a reason.
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Death of Pygmalion
Phi Hư CấuElio Neri is a student at the prestigious St. Edmond's Boarding School in England. As a heir of a textile company, he wants to become a renowned poet and professor of French literature. But he never believed that a tiny thing could kill or save him.
