Sheila found herself standing at the gate of a church in the suburbs. Earlier, she thought the driver brought her to the wrong address but stopped herself from asking when she saw the welcome board of the school where she got the scholarship, La Delicatesse. The driver unloaded her baggage and left her alone. After ringing the doorbell, a girl dressed as a nun opened the gate for her.
"Come in. I think you're Miss Sheila Hernandez from the Philippines." Sheila looked down, she noted, she was a foot taller than the girl.
"Hi, I'm Sheila. Just simply call me Sheila. No need for the Miss." Sheila's eyes roamed the area. It was actually a church and they passed through a hallway to the back. "What's your name?" She asked the girl.
"Just call me Harriet. I've been here since I was born. I hope you understand my English."
"You speak the language well more than I can speak French."
