CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
AUTHOR'S POV
Dera sat at her department, licking the wounds of the past day's embarrassing rejection. The door had been shut on their face, and Dera had to withdraw at the last minute, to avoid impregnating her forehead with an egg. She was sharp enough to avoid any stain on her beauty and could do anything to maintain it. She had fumed and fumed, and even entertained the ridiculous thought of calling the police on them for trying to ruin her face and her reputation. The trio had stifled a laugh when she had almost stepped away too late and she had responded with a hard stare. She had planned to punch the door down, but she found out early enough that if she stood at Roxanne's door a minute more, she might collapse in anger. And with the way her companions were supporting Mr. Edward's decision, no one would've bothered to take her down to the hospital.
