Professor F

Chapter 53

The festival is almost over and like what was planned the students were given the last day as their free

day to take a tour in London.

Flynn already had a plan. He took her for a walk near the Eiffel tower and other romantic spots. Ate ice

cream while walking in the park and visited museums and palaces.

At the end of the day, Flynn brought her to the royal family's palace. "Are we allowed to come here for a

tour? It should be like an official visit, right? Or is this just a part that regular people like me to visit like

in museums?"

He chuckled. "You could say that. But—" He clicks his tongue. "You're not really with a regular person

here."

She was still at awe while walking on the hallway when she noticed a woman in a light blue trench coat

and gloves standing in front of a large painting on the wall.

August wrinkled her forehead as she looked at Flynn. The old woman looked really familiar.

"Gran!" Flynn called the old woman's attention.

The woman turned her head and her mouth dropped when she realized she's actually looking at The

Queen—Frances Claire Louis Ferguson!

The old woman smiled widely seeing Flynn and the latter asked her to come with him. She's so stiff and

nervous as she walked towards the queen.

"Gran, this is Augustine. My girlfriend."

"Oh, is she the one you told me about?"

Flynn smiled as he nodded in agreement. "Yes."

The Queen then smiled at her widely and touched her cold skin. "Oh, are you okay? Your skin is cold."

She forced an awkward laugh, feeling embarrassed. "I'm just—I didn't know I'll meet you so I'm feeling

nervous. Actually—"

She's talking too much!

She cleared her throat and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Queen Frances."

The Queen laughed. "Just call me Frances, dear. Your name is beautiful, Augustine."

"T—Thank you." She glanced at Flynn who seems to enjoy what's happening.

"Come on. Dinner is ready." Frances invited them and a man in a butler's uniform guided them to the

dining hall, courteously greeting them with a smile.

"You didn't tell me we'd meet her." She whispered, scolding Flynn next to her.

"Does it matter? She likes you." He smiled and squeezed her hand.

She blushed.

"Calm down. Enjoy the meal she prepared for you." Flynn winked at her.

She nodded. Just like that breakfast with Lyndal and Frederick, the Queen didn't disappoint with the

meal prepared for the evening. And she didn't bother asking if someone else is joining them because it

seemed like it's always a feast when the royals have their meals.

Frances seem to love his grandson's company. Always smiling at him and asking questions about his

work. She would sometimes ask her about school. And then would tell stories about Flynn and Stella

on those rare family events that all of them can come together.

"Oh, Augustine, you should come and attend Flynn's niece, Emilia's birthday party on December. And

might as well, spend Christmas here."

Flynn looked excited but she's worried. Her parents would always plan on spending Christmas

together.

She wanted to tell them but chose to keep quiet and will just discuss it with Flynn. It's too rude to

decline the Queen's invitation.

She nodded and smiled.

••••••

She flew back to Seattle with her class since Flynn had to be left behind for some business concerns.

And when they landed, she received a message from him that he'll be in London for another week.

She went back to class and work nights. She also attended to her tutoring schedules for Mondays and

Wednesdays. A new student emailed her for a two hour tutoring every week on applied mathematics NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

and statistics. She reviewed the student's background.

Name: Pierre Barclay
Year: Second Year
Major: Music
Subjects need tutoring: Applied Mathematics and

Statistics
Hours needed: 2 hours/week, an hour each
Preferred day and time for tutoring: Tuesdays and

Thursdays, preferably 3-5pm

She replied to his email confirming the slots he requested and the location of their tutorials. She can

meet him for it before going to her part time work.

Her phone beeped for another email.

Hi,

I just finished my class. Can we start at 3?

Pierre

She realized it's Tuesday and it's two forty-five. She just finished her class and was about to leave. She

confirmed his request and told him to meet her at the location.

She realized that the building for music major students is at the farthest building from engineering's.

She was about to ask if he can make it at three o'clock when he responded.

On my way.

She was surprised. She wondered how'd he'll make it on time when it's almost half an hour to reach

their building from the music and arts building.

Unless he walks fast.

She took her time thinking he must be considering the three thirty slot instead of three o'clock. She was

still inside the building, at the library until three when her phone beeped.

I'm here in front of your building.