It was tense, the atmosphere in the duplex as the gawking eyes of the matron scrutinize all the girls one after the other.
From their heads to toes.
Afina felt uncomfortable being sized up with such a distasteful gaze which almost devoured her confidence.
The matron it seemed somehow recognized her.
She knew because of the way the look in her eyes changed from pleasure to displeasure when she saw her after sizing the other girls.
The pause in the matron's countenance made the other girls search for the object of her mercurial temperament when they discovered that it was Afina whom the matron had awarded a minute of intense glare.
That led to the meticulous shakes of the head from the other girls.
Why was it so bad to be the girl that she was in this high house? Afina wished she could yell out loud and smear some of her spit on the matron's polished face.
