Sera's Point of View
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my shirt for the third time. First day of school. Adult education classes in business administration, just like Giselle had suggested.
I should have been excited. This was a good thing—a chance to learn, to improve myself, to prove I deserved the job Damon had given me.
Instead, my stomach was doing anxious flips.
"You look great," Giselle said from the doorway, keys jangling in her hand. "Stop fussing."
"What if I can't keep up? What if everyone's way ahead of me and I just—"
"Sera." She walked over, grabbing my shoulders. "You're going to be fine. Better than fine. You're smart, you're motivated, and you actually want to be there. That's more than most people can say."
"But I barely finished high school. Everyone
