A week later, I received a reply from Rose. She expressed astonishment over The Professor's engagement, assured me that I had not been wrong in believing he had romantic feelings for me, and scoffed at the idea that I was fickle or a villain. She also insisted that I come visit her in Paris, "at once!"
So that was that. Rose knew that even if I wasn't feeling awful, there was no way I could turn down a trip to Paris. That night at dinner I told The Professor and Esme I was leaving. Esme seemed sincere in her disappointment that I was leaving, but The Professor, still refusing to look directly at me, mumbled that maybe it was for the best, if it was what I really wanted.
That night as Esme escorted me up the stairs to my room, I felt The Professor's gaze on my back. I glanced down, but he immediately looked away. Then I realized he was probably just watching Esme anyway.
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