Arabella Vanderbilt didn't linger on the mountain.
Following her memory back the way she came, the trees on both sides of the road cast spotty, mottled shadows under the dim lights, appearing somewhat eerie.
Arabella held up the hem of her dress, squinting her eyes as she closely watched the path beneath her feet.
However, the garden-like design of the school campus, for today, was all too convenient for certain "elites" to take advantage of.
The suppressed panting, the lascivious murmurs between men and women, and the sound of clothing rustling made Arabella feel utterly disgusted from the bottom of her heart.
They really know how to have fun, seeking thrills in a place like a school.
"Hey there, miss, nice figure you've got. Which bandit was so immoral to play with you and then leave you all alone?"
A frivolous voice, tinged with drunkenness, came from beside her.
Arabella's brow furrowed involuntarily, and she quickened her pace, ignoring him.
