Astrid
My first week in Bridgewater was coming to an end and I couldn’t be more grateful.
I kept expecting it to get easier being around Tristan, but so far, it hadn’t. I had trouble keeping my eyes off of him and I found it difficult to focus on what he was actually saying. So far, it hadn’t impacted my performance in class, but if things continued this way, it would.
Outside of class, I had spent my time pouring over all of the project documents in mom’s office. I filled an entire notebook with notes to help myself keep it all straight.
Dad had informed me that he was hosting a formal dinner in order to introduce me to the pack members that mom had been working with on all of these projects. I was nervous about it, but he insisted that it was just a formality.
He didn’t understand that him telling me not to be concerned only made me more concerned.