Etiquette and Social Dynamics was a class Violet had genuinely been curious about, mostly because she had no clue what it entailed. The title sounded fancy, like something out of a blue-blooded socialite's handbook.
If she'd had more time—or less chaos dominating her life—she might have taken a moment to look over the curriculum. But considering she'd started school the day after her arrival and had been drowning in drama since, researching class details hadn't exactly made it onto her priority list.
Violet must have a knack for being late because by the time she pushed open the door and stepped inside, the lesson on manners and social behavior was already in full swing. Violet barely made it two steps into the classroom before she froze, her breath hitching.
Her sudden halt had nothing to do with the teacher, who paused mid-sentence and turned to regard her with a raised brow. No, Violet's paralysis came from the unexpected sight of him.
