When Aveline entered the art school with Peter, everyone who was present was rooted in place and stared at them as if they have never seen a human being before.
Ave sighed. Whatever the purpose is, an institution is a place for everyone, however, these students reckon that institutions only belong to the kids from well-known families. It was never mandatory to heed anyone here, yet their jaw drops and they make crowds whenever they see someone with a soothing outlook and affluent vibe.
"What a beautiful place!" Peter who was busy scanning the entire place, parted his lips in awe.
"I wonder why people call this place dancers oasis." Ave mumbled underneath her breath as she continued walking through the stone path lined with dark sieges from the entrance to the main studio that is accente
