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with onyx colored eyes, and she blushed an even darker shade of red.
     
    Her blush was his reward . H er blush was like gasoline on the fire inside him. “We are having waffles today, because they are your favorite,” he announced, and Alexander brought them in.
     
    She enjoyed them even though her nerves tormented her. And he seemed to realize this. “Don’t be nervous. Be yourself. And he will be wrapped around your finger in no time,” he said. Just as I am, he finished to himself. Just as I am.
     
    She’d packed her books and her special little card Luc had given her in her brand new backpack, and Rosa saw her downstairs to the waiting car. She started to have second thoughts. Why was she pretending to be a young girl? For Luc?
     
    And then she stared out the window, and she shook her head. She would do this for herself. This was her second chance, to be something she never got the chance to be. This was her chance to get an education, and maybe make something of herself.
     
    And if she had to sell her soul to the devil, literally, she would do it. And do it happily. What could one man’s future matter anyway? If she caused one man to resign as a priest, what would that matter? There were many priests. She straightened her shoulders like Luc told her to. She would do this, and it would be the start of her new life.

Part Two
    The Fallen One
     
     
    With only a little effort she found her first class. Math was her worst subject, but she tried to pay attention, and followed along with the teacher. It was hard, but she tried even harder , and she smiled as she stood at the end of class.
     
    She looked at the schedule and saw her next class was with Father Peter Adams. The nerves took over, and she visibly shook as she sat down. He was not yet in the room, and she took several deep breaths to calm herself .
     
    When the bell rang, and he walked in the room, her heart stopped. She’d seen him through the window the day before, but when she saw him up close she faltered. He was so young. He looked maybe 25. His hair was dark brown and a little too long, parted on the side. His deep brown eyes were hidden behind thick glasses. And he seemed a little pudgy with cute round cheeks.
     
    “I see we have a new student,” he said in a soft boyish voice. “Everyone, this is Emma Reinhold.” He pushed his glasses b ack on his nose and glanced across the room at her. Her blush was uncomfortable to say the least. He paused and watched her. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
     
    “Okay, we’re half way through Romeo and Juliet, and I’ve got permission from Headmaster Thompson to stage the play. All of the grades will be performing, not just the sophomores, so if you don’t want to be on stage you can be part of the crew.”
     
    Grumbles and groans of the boys were mixed with excited chatter of the girls, and Emma’s heart clenched at the thought of Luc wiping away her tears the night before . She pulled her book out of her backpack, and sighed wistfully. Father Peter glanced back at her, and paused again. “Okay, who wants to read Juliet today?”
     
    She made it through class without any further embarrassment, and her next class was music. She’d never played an instrument, or sang, and she didn’t know quite why she was in the class. Apparently it was required, and she was placed with the sopranos as the class learned “What child is this” for the Christmas concert. She hoped she wouldn’t have to participate. She struggled through, trying her hardest to listen to the other girls and repeat what she heard. She wasn’t sure if she had it right, but she at least tried.
     
    Next period was lunch, and she found her way to the cafeteria and ordered a creamy chicken and pea concoction, and a small salad. She used her trusty little card to pay. Apparently lunch wasn’t included in tuition. She found a table to sit away from everyone else, and listened.
     
    One girl complained her