A hundred years ago...
Undoubtedly there was no more beautiful girl than Angeline Min. Not even her friends who visited her every afternoon, in their silk dresses —pink and light blue— making a rampage around that angel with golden hair and glacier blue eyes who made herself call Angeline.
«Just so lovely», the infant in the white dress thought from the mirror in the bathroom, sighing every time Angeline laughed at one of the stupid jokes her stupid friends made.
«Pathetic», the reflection thought suspiciously as she scanned those silly girls. Angeline, on the other hand, had a wonderful brain, fit for a princess, or as she called her, a queen. The queen of hers. Because when her friends said goodbye to her and each one went to their respective homes, Angeline would spend hours in the b
