It was only after Wendy tabled her inquiry that she realized that Elisabeth may not recognize Arielle. Thus, she quickly pulled out her phone with the intention of showing her a photo.
But before she could do that, she heard Elisabeth say, “Arielle Moore? Oh, do you mean the pretty girl who's great at translation and playing the piano?”
Wendy's face soured at that. Nonetheless, she had no choice but to nod in acknowledgment. “That's her.”
Without noticing how Wendy's expression has stiffened, the librarian replied warmly, “Head over to the first-floor school archive. You'll find her inside.”
“What? The archive?”
Wendy's inflection elevated a notch. Since time immemorial, the school archive had been a place of restricted access. Never mind the students, even the average teaching staff were not allowed in there without the express permission of the school's leadership.
In her eagerness to reach the archive, she did not catch the last part of what Elisabeth said. “Arielle's allowed to enter because she was handed the key by Mr. Brown, but you're not permitted inside.”
Wendy's legs had already carried her to the archive's entrance in a jiffy.
The door which was usually shut tight there was left partially ajar, and out eked a stream of light from the resultant gap. Someone's indeed inside!
Pushing past the door, Wendy started to holler the moment she stepped through. “Arielle Moore!”
Arielle, who was flipping through the staff profiles, was caught out by this voice that came out of nowhere, and she lifted her head only to see the smug-looking Wendy strut up to her.
Amidst her perturbation, Arielle asked, “Wendy? What are you doing here?”
Wendy scoffed as she towered over her. “Shouldn't I be the one asking that? How dare a student like yourself trespass into the archive? Are you looking to get expelled?”
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: His Versatile Gorgeous Wife