The best sleep comes from a winter nap.
Unfortunately, today is a workday, and Elise Don has to teach. She texted Oliver Bloom early in the morning, saying her class ends at ten, and they agreed to have lunch together before she hurried to the classroom.
The morning class ended on time. She was planning to go to the hotel to find Oliver Bloom, but she met him at the entrance of the teaching building.
She was slightly surprised and walked over, "How did you know I was here?"
"Your school's website has the class schedule. I checked, and that's how I found you." Oliver Bloom wore the same black wool coat as yesterday, but his suit shirt had been changed to a black knit sweater and dark grey trousers.
The most subdued colors, but on him, they never appeared dull. He looked like an empty, vast night sky, cool yet solitary.
Oliver Bloom's aura made him stand out among the top fashion designers, completely mistaken for a top model.
His turning head rate was one hundred percent.
