Jazz bit her lip, she felt like her smile would spread and spread and split her face in half.
"Spencer, I would love to study under Mr. Hazeldene, it would be an honor," she nodded at George as she said it, but then flicked her gaze back to Spender. "And I would, of course, compensate him for his time, but I know where home is. Michaels Bros is the place for me."