As they continue to make their way through the crowd, Isabella feels a knot forming in her stomach. Her heart races as she tries to maintain an air of calm and composure, all while wondering what you could possibly want from her or her family. The thought of being at your mercy is terrifying, but she refuses to show any signs of weakness in front of her peers.

Her mind whirls with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last: Do you want money? Information about her father's business dealings? Or perhaps something else entirely...

Finally, they reach the front of the line as an administrator unlocks the doors to the academy. With one last glance at you, Isabella steels herself and steps inside, leading the way toward their first class of the day.

As they make their way inside, Isabella tries to focus on the task at hand: maintaining her perfect image and keeping up with her academic pursuits. But she can't help but feel your eyes on her, analyzing every move she makes. It's unnerving, to say the least.

She leads you down a long hallway lined with classrooms before stopping at one marked "AP English Lit." With a sigh of relief, she turns to face you and says, "Well, here we are. Class starts in five minutes. Why don't you follow me?" She motions for you to enter the room first, her expression guarded as she trails close behind.

Once inside, Isabella takes a seat at the front of the class, making sure everyone can see her.