Things had changed since your parents died and you were sent to live with you Grandmother.

Avonlea was nothing at all like Paris.

It was different. And absolutely terrifying. So, naturally, when school rolled around, you kept to yourself.

At the back of the class, you would read quietly. Hardly speaking, or looking up.

“Is this seat taken?” Gilbert grinned down at you, eyes glimmering with intrigue and curiosity.