"Shallow? Me?"
Aila was called a lot of names in the past, but being shallow is not one of them, she is respectful of all people from all walks of life. She does not treat people on the basis of their physical appearance and wealth. Moreover, she does not make use of her physical appearance to gain favors or anything of that sort because she is capable on her own capabilities.
Tears filled her eyes; she quickly stood up and went towards the staircase, and ran towards the rooftop. Marcus did not expect Aila to be that hurt by his words, he realized he went overboard and he ran after Aila, he is determined to apologize.
He saw her near the edge; she was constantly wiping her tears. Her wavy hair was blown by the cold breeze. She was wearing a white lace blouse and over it was a dark denim yoke skirt, it was not enough to make her warm against the chilly breeze, but it does not seem to bother her at this moment.
