Catherine's POV
The air in the lecture hall felt like it had been sucked out by a vacuum the moment Lucy sat down. I kept my eyes locked on the professor, who was shuffling papers at the podium, but my peripheral vision was filled with the white of Lucy's designer suit. I could feel her staring at the side of my face, waiting for me to acknowledge her presence with the anger she so clearly wanted to provoke.
"Alright, class," the professor said, his voice grating against the silence. "We are moving into Advanced English Literature this semester. I expect everyone to have read the assigned Victorian texts I sent out over the break. We are starting with the themes of social mobility and the 'unreliable ward' trope."
