"Antonette," looking at the ground, Diana spoke in a quiet, feeble voice. "Do I look like a mistress to you?"
Antonette pretended to be warm and kind.
"No way. You are a nice girl. How could you be a mistress?"
Diana sobbed, "I don't know how my life turned out like this. I don't know what I should do.'
"Maybe they heard someone say something bad about you and believed them. You can explain everything to them later."
"Really?"
"Of course."
Antonette's words were a relief to Diana. She took a moment to calm herself, then started back to the dormitory.
"Diana, where are you going? What about our plans for tonight?"
After everything that happened, Diana had forgotten.
Diana thought for a while and shook her head. "I am not in the mood, Antonette. Can we go another time?"
