The lessons started by nine, but by the evening, Isadora was done. She couldn't believe she had to go through such a thing every day, considering how strict each of the instructors had been.
It was almost like they had gone out of their way to punish her—especially the dining etiquette instructor.
If I hear "wrong spoon" one more time, I would split my head open! she grumbled to herself, relieved to finally zone out while listening to the last one who left.
By seven she returned to her room, collapsing onto her bed with relief, hoping she wouldn't have to do anything else—just settle into her room without worry.
Only to gingerly scramble off her bed with a huge frown on her face as she recalled one last thing she needed to do. Her stomach turned at the thought, even as she moved closer to her reading table where a huge PC had been erected.
