405.Chapter 405

Four years of college had slipped by quietly, and Cleo was no longer the headstrong young lady she used to be. Her dark hair cascaded down, and the pale yellow hem of her dress fluttered in the breeze as she gazed at the school before her.

Cleo let out a sigh, 'Time really does fly.'

"Aunt Cleo!" Suddenly, a little boy with a bowl-cut of dark hair came running over and latched onto Cleo's leg.

"Pe