Chapter 01 Both an Angel and a bitch

In a warm, bright Autumn afternoon, I was drinking coffee with Emma inside a garden. Under the Sunshine, facing the breezes and playing with dropping leaves, Emma asked me, “so what’s your relationship with David?” “I really had a crush on him but the feeling disappeared as we kissed”, I replied directly, “So there is no continue stories.” “But seems David’s heart is hurt, andMaggie you know that he even asked me to persuade you.” “But you are my best friends, and Moon Goddess didn’t show me that David is my mate. He might be sorrow for some days but I believe he will recover soon.” I picked up a flying leaf and puff it inside the air, giggled naughtily. “Let’s discuss or do something interesting, how about go to the newly opened boutique to find dresses for the coming dancing party?” Emma smiled helplessly and agreed. We walked out of the café and the new boutique is not far away and easy to find out. “Look at the purple skirt, I thought this skirt will suit you very much. Try it onMaggie.” I took this purple skirt and changed into it in the locker room. While I was out of the locker room, I was attracted by myself in the mirror, What a lovely beauty! I just passed my eighteen’s birthday so I was better developed than before, in morrow is a tall buxom blonde in purple, her snow-white skin is as fresh as milk, her two big eyes are shining as sapphire, her nose is high, and her lips are full like a cherry. The skirts’ tight sets off her straight back, full bust and slender waist; The skirts’ length showed her long legs appropriately; The skirts’ color suited her like a charming lotus in a lake. “Oho, who is the beauty in purple dress?” A man asked, ignoring the jealous eyes of his female companion. Emma and I were interrupted and cast our sights to the man and the woman, but no one answered his question. The atmosphere became quiet, strange and awkward. “No matter who she is, she is a bitch undoubtedly! “His female companion said maliciously, and pulled this man out of the boutique angrily and rapidly. I was still in the purple shirt but my mood has changed very different. “Dear Maggie, it’s not your fault”, Emma told me, she was waiting for me in the boutique while I changed the skirt, she was supporting me while I was attacked innocently, and that’s what best friend is.