Rissa was grateful that her nightmare had passed. At least, she had to believe it. Her wounded heart seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog of numbness. She wasn't crying anymore.
She had left everything concerning Charlos in the apartment. Including her high heels. Now, she had bought new shoes. She doesn't need expensive branded shoes. The important thing is that she can wear it as well.
So, Cinderella has run out of time to dance. The clock had tolled twelve times. It's time to go back to reality. There was something empty inside of Rissa's heart.
If Rissa is a snail, she is probably just a shell. There is no content. She walks, dragging her empty shell, but there is no life in it.
Rissa's office mates were all gossiping about her. Rissa doesn't know where they got the news about her separation from Charlos.
