“My name’s Esme Godfrey, but you can just call me Esme.” Her eyes were clear and direct; everything about her exuded confidence and warmth. Alessia could tell she was the type who’d grown up well–loved, someone who’d always had her family’s protection.

“Nice to meet you, Alessia.” Esme turned her attention to the other two girls in the

room.

“H–hi, I’m Joyce Danton.” Alessia recognized her instantly–her new roommate, the one who’d seemed nervous about whether they’d get along. Joyce wore her brown hair in a ponytail, thick black glasses perched on her nose, shoulders hunched as if she were trying to disappear. Her clothes were a little worn but spotlessly clean.

“Mia Linden.” The last girl’s introduction was as breezy as her look: wild curls, a crimson dress that suited her bold energy.

“Have you had dinner yet?” Esme asked, her tone casual.

“Yeah, I have.” Alessia sat at her desk, adjusting a few bottles and jars she hadn’t managed to organize earlier.

“Are you from out of town?” Esme asked.

“No, I’m local.”

“Local? How come you got here so early, then?”

in

heading to registration. The lines had already stretched down the hall;

about having dinner together tonight, you know, to get to know each other–since we’ll be roommates for the next four

for any sign of approval. Mia was picking at her food, acting as if she didn’t care

Have you

fondue place across the street, or somewhere else.

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actually been to those two, but there’s a place

Esme’s eyes widened

a quiet laugh, thinking, *Of course, she’d suggest the fanciest place in town. Little

Mia, and for a split second, the tension

think I can really afford someplace

we somehow made it inside, I couldn’t even afford a cup of tea there!” Esme’s exaggerated tone, paired with Mia’s teasing, lightened

without

Even the tea there costs

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