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We made eye contact again. I pretended not to be embarrassed at all! As if every day I stand in one shirt in front of an attractive man. What a shame and disgrace! If daddy saw me now, he would whip me! Okay, okay, not whipped, he actually loves me, but he would give a lecture on the topic of inappropriate behavior for a lady.

Quickly retreating from the rector’s office to the waiting room, I noted with pleasure that Madame Jabot was not there. She shrugged her shoulders uncomfortably, thinking about how to walk in one shirt through the entire academy.

Although…

– Ahem, Mr. Dan, don’t take it as impudence, but could you borrow your jacket? – I asked. – I wouldn’t want to walk across campus in… negligee.

The last word was hard to come by. Cheeks reddened treacherously. The man looked at me in astonishment and – such a bastard! – moved it to the neckline. It was decent, without any frills, in general, the fabric of the breech shirt was quite coarse, and the style was chaste, but I still felt an unexpected heat that ran through my body.