Selma Payne's POV:
The evening breeze gently caressed my red cheeks. The alcohol made me lose myself in the joy of dizziness. Under the moonlight, I waited for someone to take me home.
Dorothy supported me, or rather, we supported each other. Perrin was sent by his drunkard fiancée to escort us. Mara didn't come. She and Avril were sleeping on the same pillow.
It was still very lively in front of the school gate at night. Some smart vendors had set up a snack street on the empty grass, which was very popular.
When Aldrich came to pick me up, I was standing in front of a small and cute dessert cart, choosing doughnuts. The flavor of strawberry cheese and blueberry jam made me feel even more conflicted than the divine personality. I was afraid of getting fat if I ate all of them, but I couldn't bear to give up either. I didn't know what to do.
Dorothy was not very clear-headed either. She was holding a chocolate donut and whispering to it.
