Thirty:
Cecelia Porter
L’ecole du Soleil was not like the state school I’d gone to in Brixton. The School of The Sun was at the heart of Paris. It was in a building that had been there since the sixteen hundreds, and had been funded by King Louis the 14th. It was a school of painters, of dancers, of royals, of captains of industry. If you were going to be great, you went to The School of The Sun.
I was there by pure chance.
The uniforms were dark blue, and the girls all wore bows in their hair. It was a boarding school and I had a roommate. When I got there, the door was already opened and I was surprised to find Vivian Blackwood in there unpacking. I’d gotten a text from her saying that she was coming.
I hadn’t expected that she would be my roommate. “
“Vivian!” I exclaimed. “W
