I sat ogling Mr. Brett as he taught. He knew I was and I watched him try to ignore me. He was taking care not to look at me. It was entertaining and I was sure that the smile that was spread across my face was doing nothing to help him. I wanted to know his acting skills. How much he could pretend and not give away that something was going on between us.

It seems like Mr. Brett realized my motive and decided to give me my own share of suffering.

“Miss Misha.” I saw a smirk appear on his face and my smile disappeared immediately. What was he...