Chapter 8

• I confidently strode down the hallway wearing a simple backless top and a short fairy skirt. Tracking down the classroom where my favorite professor was teaching. Mind the sarcasm.
• Two days passed, and during that time I did not attend any class. I spent my time relaxing and catching up on some projects that have been on my mind since I returned from the Philippines. I am a fashion designer, and I have my own clothing line. Even though it was not extremely famous, I could say that it was known somehow. I have four branches, two in America and two here in the Philippines.
• I didn't bother knocking and just walked into the room. Just like that, Zachary's eyes immediately met me in the middle of his teaching. His jaw tightened, and he looked at me intently.