The Headmistress (The Headmistress, #1)

by Milena McKay

“And you and I both know I could pull off a Miranda Priestly just fine.” Yes, they both knew it, and therein lay most of Sam’s troubles.

For all of Sam’s literary knowledge, she still couldn’t find an apt metaphor for her. A closed book she was not, because she wasn’t entirely standoffish or abrupt, always available to a colleague or a student. So the book was rather open, but the pages were entirely blank, and at no time could Sam tell what she was really thinking—despite the occasional cute nose twitch.