Chapter 43.1
I heard my mom’s protest, but I almost ran out when I realized how long I’ve been here. I know that most people in that private room, if not everyone, don't really care wherever I put myself into, but I just didn’t want them to ask questions or be suspicious. It’s one thing that they don’t like me, it's another if they also hate me. When I got to the restroom, no one was there. Thankfully. Because if I hear another set of insults, I just don’t think my heart can still take it. I fixed my hair and also reapplied powder and lip tint. When I saw that I looked normal like nothing really happened, I decided to go out and go back to the private room. “Oh, what took you so long dear?” the director asked me with concern laced in her voice. “Oh, my mother called,” I explained brief
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