"Leona, your mother called us and told us to make you leave school early so you can prepare for your flight later." Ms. Rina told me in front of my whole class.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about, Ms. Rina." I replied.

"Of course, that's kind of the point why she called me."she said, realizing the fact.

"Can we talk outside?"she asked me.

"Well, if it is something about me leaving, I think they have the right to know."I replied, gesturing to my classmates.

"Ok. You have to report to class tomorrow morning."she said clamly.

"What class? And where?"

"Eighth grade, in Roseville, Stafford County, Virginia, USA."

"Oh. Gallagher Academy?"

"I'm glad you get it, dear."she smiled.

"But why would they let me in?"

"Why do you think?"

"Just tell me please."

"Your great-great-great grandmother's name was Elliza Gallagher-Dela Cruz."

.Gosh. Is it true? I'm pretty sure my teacher did not just make that up, right?

"Am I supposed to believe that? I was kinda surprised at what I said myself.

"Depends on how you think of it."

I looked around and I could have sworn that it was the time I really felt least invisible. I felt them stare at me. Of course, they don't know that Gallagher really is a spy school. They think it's fiction.

I went home immediately and when I got there, I was surprised to see someone I don't know leaning on my room's doorway.

"So, you're LJ." he said and looked at me as if I were well, infamous. I looked at him and I thought he was cute. Yeah, I THOUGHT he was cute.(in case you missed it the 1st time)" I'll be your escort later." he said with a smile. .Gosh!

I thought I was going to melt right where I stood, inches from him.

"So, you are?" I said, finally finding my voice.

"Tristan, from Blackthorne."

"Nice to meet you, Tristan." I said and held out my hand.

"It's ok." He said as he pushed my hand away.

"Oh. Can I like, pass through?"

"Oh, sure." He said as if he didn't know he was blocking the entrance to my bedroom. "I'll be out here if you need me." he said on the way to the terrace.

I was beginning to think which was real and which was legend between the two faces he'd shown me when I realized I hadn't seen my mom since I got home.

"Tristan, where's mom?"

"I don't know. She left without a word."

"You don't have a clue?"

"Probably an earlier flight. She had some luggage."he said in a casual tone.

I didn't think it was usual at all until I heard my phone ring.

"Sweetie, are you home?"

"Yes, mom. Where are you?"

"My flight to Virginia is leaving in twenty so I'm already in the plane."

"So I guess I'll be there later. See you. TC. Love you. Bye"

"Me too, sweetie. Bye." and the call ended. Two hours later,

"Are you ready?" Tristan called from outside my bedroom. Then he teased "We're not going to a ball, Cinderella." and he actually laughed.

"Whatever!" I said as I put my sling bag on."Is the luggage in the car already?"

"Yeah." he said.