Ciara Taylor had quieted down after that night.
The heat of the posts on CampusNetwork gradually subsided, and people's attention was soon captured by fresh news.
Time flew by, and another weekend arrived.
After a busy day, Amelia Clarke returned to the dormitory to find Viola Harris trying on a new dress—a flimsy fabric with an exposing design, resembling some kind of uniform.
Such clothes should not appear in this season.
Amelia frowned, "Why are you wearing that? It's so cold."
Looking at herself in the mirror, Viola outlined her red lips and said, "I agreed to work at 'Peony Garden'."
Amelia paused in the act of placing her bag on the table.
"To earn a down payment and for renovation expenses? Viola, think it through. Don't do something you'll regret."
Viola smiled seductively, "Where has your mind gone? I'm just going to be a waitress, not a prostitute."
