C32 poisoned

Sheryl’s POV

“Is that Professor Ashton?” Miss Grace asked in a whisper as she slowly stood to her feet.

I felt the blood rushing to my head as I stared at the portrait of Ashton. This meant the painting I had for this class was still in my room. How did I make such a terrible mistake like this?

“He’s so handsome,” Val breathed lovingly as we took in the picture