Esma's cry almost burst out as their words hurt her to her core ; how could they accuse her of treating Yara so badly? They were once her best friend with whom she shared her life but it seemed they had changed a lot and lived with the brainwash that she was evil.
Esma wiped the tears before it flooded her cheeks and attracted people who happened watching her stand in the corridor with her palm on the door of the restroom.
Still she had the desire to interrupt and tell the the truth of what occurred; Esma's hand had twisted the door knob when one of them pulled the grip and emerged with shock expression, finding her at the doorway.
"Esma…." That curly haired woman with cerulean blue eyes in loose mini black dress spontaneously said her name invredulously. She must never have expected
