Your appearance in the Greek class went smoothly. Everyone understood that you were very smart and on a par with them. You communicated with them, joined their lives and became an integral part of it. Yes, maybe you're a little fade for them against the background of Camilla, because you've been a closed book for them so far. But you didn't complain because you felt at home in their society, they gave you a sense of community that you lacked in your family.

But there was something that kept resting you. Henry. His face, his hands, his velvet voice, which seemed to envelop you. And eyes. Those blue eyes are almost lifeless. It all seemed familiar to you. Every time your eyes met, your heart fluttered as if you saw a dear person after many years of separation.

And you had dreams. It seemed to you that it was the sixties. You've always had Beatles music in your dreams. You remembered the colorful dresses and laughter in the library of some college in England. Each time the dreams seemed to become more detailed. And in dreams there was always Henry watching you in the library halls while you were sitting with some girls who were laughing loudly.

You've never told anyone about those dreams. But every day it felt like Henry was once an integral part of your life.

Even now, when you were all sitting together in the library, Henry looked at you stealthily, but everything in his eyes said that a question was about to burst out of his lips.