Olivia and another maid or servant scrambled off in different directions. She ran up to me and gave me a big hug and kiss on the mouth, then pushed m... back, holding me by the shoulders and looked at me.“Wow, you look great. It sure is good to see you after all this time. How was your trip? Did Maria do a good job of showing you around?I just laughed… “You, too. The same. Good. And yes.”“And you sure seem to be doing well. Is this your place?“Well, after listening to you talk about Cabo. Davis." What's the matter, Darren?" I emphasized his name. "We're both comfortable here."He just playfully rolled his eyes at me."Plus, people call their professors by their first names at my uni all the time. It's a pretty different place there, you know. And the stereotypes about the constant parties, alcohol, and hookups are definitely true." Well, you're a good student, Jenna. I doubt you partake in any of those..." He paused. "...activities." I don't like parties or alcohol, but you'd be. He wanted them to see what a good and fair guardian he was and how dutiful a young lady Heidi had become.There was no need for Heidi to do anything before going to sleep that night. She fell off into her dreams wondering what Otto was like and what did his son, Hans, look like. Her mother's caretaker and now her very own guardian, Gunther, had informed her that Hans was only a year or two older than she and that he had blond hair and blue eyes. It all sounded very nice to her. She just hoped. The man who answered the door was the one she had been with on the previous Friday at the restaurant. So much for ‘he is not my boyfriend’! The man was wearing a frilly pinafore and was obviously involved in cooking their evening meal. Very domestic. He took one look at me and scowled.“What do you want?” he asked aggressively, though his accent was cultured. Public school boy, I thought. (In Britain, Public Schools are in fact private fee-paying schools. Don’t ask!)“Rachel?” I asked, while.