But he shrugs the second time like it is the easiest way to respond.

We don't drive home, rather, he drives me all the way to the fashion academy. The journey takes half an hour from school.

Nolan keeps his mouth shut till he parks at the outside of the gigantic building.

When I move to alight, he grabs my free hand, giving it the tight and reassuring squeeze I need.

"You will do just great, Hazel." He assures me, searching my face, but doesn't release his hold. "Or should I ...