It all started when the idea that you should fulfill your childhood dream appeared in your head. You wanted to quit French classes and plunge into the world of Ancient Greece, which seemed to have owned your consciousness since the days when you were an innocent little girl who read books for days.

Professor Morrow liked you right away. You were a fragile doll who walked around in clothes from Yves Saint Laurent, which was bought by your rich dad, who was the owner of a large company. Julian knew that behind your modesty and kind smiles there was something more sad and melancholy. Julian was a born psychologist, although he denied psychology as a science. You were interesting. Julian wanted to break you, as if he wanted to taste your soul.

The idea of trying to make friends with you and Henry seemed brilliant to Professor Morrow. Rich kids who suffered because of their daddies and loved to live luxuriously. Oh, you two definitely had something to talk about. Julian was almost anticipating this performance. And you really liked Henry, because he understood you, he seemed to be special. But Henry never gave you the gentle smiles he gave to Camilla. And it hurt you to the core. Julian liked it even more. There was something poetic in the suffering of a fragile defenseless girl. Julian wanted to study you as if he were a scientist who staged his experiment.

That's how you ended up in his apartment. Professor Morrow kindly invited you to dinner. He knew you wouldn't say no. Julian understood that you saw support and understanding in him, what you lacked so much in your own father. It was in his favor.

"Well, tell me how are you doing with Henry?" Julian asked in a soft voice, taking a sip of wine. "I noticed how you look at him tenderly."