(Elle’s POV)
“Have you gone mad, Cinderella?”
My mother asked me angrily, not caring if other people were in the lobby. She was still in her office uniform, and she came two minutes earlier than I expected. Her eyes were glaring at me, and perhaps if I were not her daughter, she must have pulled my hair out or hurt me. Her teeth were still gritting in anger.
I could not explain, not even tell her it was Belle’s idea because if I was a sane sister, I should not have left my little sister in the school clinic with her condition. I pressed my lips together, not minding I was chilling in the cold. I had to squeeze my drenching hair and blazer in the restroom before facing my furious mother. As expected, before she could look at my condition, wet and sad, she ranted at me for abandoning my
