“Come on,” Mandy teased. She was a slim dark-haired woman with a practical streak that bordered on obsessive, a trait that served her well when teaching Economics. But as a friend to a dreamer like Mairi? Not fun were the first words that came to mind.#p#分页标题#e#
“Look at all those sports cars and limousines driving our way,” Velvet whispered enticingly. Tall and auburn-haired, she looked more like an exotic model than the Chemistry teacher with the rather acerbic wit that she was. “One of them could be the man you’ve been dreaming of meeting all your life. Isn’t this something worth celebrating?”
Don’t take the bait, don’t take---
“Come on, Mair. You know you want to say it. What if the first man who steps out of the car is tall, dark, and handsome with the most spectacular Greek accent---”
Her eyes glazed over as Mairi started to fantasize about how her first encounter with her future Greek billionaire husband would play out. A happy-crazy grin flitted over her lips as she exclaimed excitedly without thinking, “Yay me!”
Mandy and Velvet burst into laughter.
Oh, drat. She had taken the bait. Again!
Clutching her sides, Mandy gasped, “You are way too cute!”
Velvet waved imaginary pom-poms in the air. “Yay for Mairi finally getting to meet her first Greek billionaire!”
“Ha-ha. I know you guys are just making fun of me,” Mairi grumbled even though she couldn’t help sighing dreamily. She was that happy. And excited. And nervous. Today was the day she had been waiting for most of her life. The thought of meeting him was more than enough to have her silently gasping for breath.
Mandy snapped her fingers in front of Mairi’s face. “Your head’s in the clouds again!”
She answered almost proudly, “Yes.”
Velvet groaned. “You are the silliest gold digger I’ve ever met!”
Mairi didn’t bother answering, being used to Velvet’s rather twisted sense of humor. The worse her insults were, the more deeply she cared about that person.
“How do I look?” Mairi nervously smoothed out non-existent creases on the ankle length skirt of her daisy yellow dress. It was loose and high-waisted, just the way she needed it to hide her dreadfully generous curves.
“Sexy enough to eat.” Velvet snickered.
The answer had her gasping. “Velvet!”
“Oh, hush! Greek guys are very passionate. You should know that by now. So if you’re serious about nabbing yourself a Greek billionaire, you should be ready to let go of more than a few of your sexual inhibitions.”
Mairi couldn’t help but snort. “Like I’m going to take an advice from another virgin.”
“At least I already had my first kiss,” Mandy retorted.
She opened and closed her mouth. Mandy had a point, darn it.
“Sssh,” Velvet suddenly said under her breath. “Mairi’s bitchy supervisor is heading this way.”
Following Velvet’s gaze, Mairi realized with a sinking heart that Charity Fallon, the English rose who headed the school’s language department, was indeed walking towards her. What had she done this time, Mairi wondered uneasily. In the almost seven weeks that she had been teaching in GAYL, there wasn’t ever a day that the older woman hadn’t found something to sweetly berate her for.
Rose Thorn, the school’s headmistress, suddenly rushed past them, calling out, “Places, everyone!”
Mairi caught sight of Charity freezing at Rose’s words. Since she was one of the department heads, Charity was supposed to be in the frontlines and yet here she was, almost at the very back.
Rose clapped her hands twice. “Music!” On cue, the live orchestra inside the school started playing Beethoven in the background.
Charity recovered and hurriedly squeezed herself in between Mairi and Velvet.
Velvet leaned back far enough for Charity not to see her and rolled her eyes at Mairi as she mouthed, ‘I hate this little shit’.
Mairi choked. She was not going to laugh. Oh Greek gods, wherever you are, please do not let her laugh.
Around her, the silence had deepened while blank and professional expressions settled on the other teachers’ faces. Rose had divided the faculty into two groups, with the academic staff lined on one side while the extracurricular and administrative staff was at the opposite side. Each of them occupied every step of the majestic staircase leading to the school’s entrance.
To an outsider, they probably looked like stage cast members doing their best to set up a la-di-dah party scene. Unfortunately, the reason was a lot more mundane than that.
Today was Parent Teacher Consultation Day, and in GAYL it meant having to prove to parents that the school’s six-digit tuition charges were not for nothing.