I make it in time without looking like a total slob, which is an achievement because I had a little mishap with my carryon bag.
Don't ask.
The sun is scorching hot as I proceed to where the Principal and the other students are standing. Grande is having a conversation with a man I have never seen before, along with the few teachers that are assigned to this trip while we break into groups, discussing with each other. Paris sees me from the corner of her eye and makes her way towards me. She is dressed in a fitted white camisole and capri pants; a jeans jacket is securely tied on her waist and a backpack is on her back. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail and a Dolce and Gabbana limited edition pair of shades is perched on her face.
