Giovanna got up at dawn, as usual. After the standard workout with Father and breakfast, she washed up and gathered her books. Her eyes lingered a little on her face in the mirror as she put on lip gloss. Not that how she looked mattered at all, of course. There were much more important things with which to concern themselves. Much.
Giovanna stood holding the books, let it all build up, communicated to Father where she would be, finally let herself flare up, vanish... and appear outside Andrew's door, within clear sight of the usual security measures.
She knocked politely.
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