Mia's POV. 11.
When I reached Accademia di Brivento, the building looked bigger than I imagined. Clean, old brickwork with modern glass doors. It had that rich school smell-polished floors and history.
I walked inside, straight to the administrative block, heart pounding a little. The sign on the door read School Director. I knocked lightly and pushed the door open.
"Hi... hello," I said, forcing a polite smile. "I'm here for the school transfer process. The school called too."
The woman behind the desk looked up, glasses low on her nose. She was in her fifties, strict face but with kind eyes.
"Oh, you must be Mia Voss, right?" she said, flipping through a file. "Yes, yes, the Reverend recommended you. Father Thorne, correct?"
I nodded once.
"Well," she continued, "he actually put
