Despite having a mind full of literature, the product of years of rigorous study to get into university, Rosemarie couldn't conjure a single word to describe the girl standing before her.

To call her a showstopper felt too cliché.

To call her stunning or gorgeous... Felt too common.

Suddenly, one word flashed in Rosemarie's mind.

Angel.

No wonder Celeste had called her friend an angel.

This was an angel in the flesh.

From that moment on, the concept of an angel had a face in Rosemarie's mind.

Rosemarie was on the verge of getting lost in Caitlin's beauty.

It wasn't until Caitlin extended a hand toward her that she snapped out of it. "Hi, I'm Caitlin."

A delayed jolt of awareness hit Rosemarie. She moved to shake hands, then in a sudden fluster, wiped her palm hastily on her trousers before properly taking Caitlin's hand, beaming. "Hello, Angel! I'm Rosemarie!"

Caitlin let out a light laugh. "You can just call me Caitlin."

Oh my god!

The angel was so down-to-earth.

Rosemarie grew even more excited. "No, no, you're an angel in my eyes! By the

way, Angel, could I get your WhatsApp?"

Sometimes, girls appreciate a beautiful woman even more than guys do.

She was just so easy on the eyes.

"Of course," Caitlin never refused a friendly social request. "I'll scan your code."

"Okay!" Rosemarie quickly pulled out her phone and displayed her QR code.

A soft "ding" sounded as the contact was successfully added.

Rosemarie saved Caitlin's contact under the name "Angel."

After adding her on WhatsApp, Rosemarie beamed. "Celeste, I won't keep you and the angel any longer. I'll get going now."

"Bye!" Celeste waved to her.

"Bye-bye! You too, Angel!"

Caitlin waved back at her as well.

Once Rosemarie was gone, Celeste turned to Caitlín. "Catie, let's go! Our schools mandatory orientation camp starts tomorrow! We won't be able to leave campus for the next fifteen days, so let's eat, drink, and shop our hearts out today. "

"Sounds good."

Just as they were about to leave, the curly-haired girl spoke up, her face a mask of grievance. "Celeste, have... have you forgotten about me?"

Celeste stopped in her tracks, her face turning cold. "There's nothing left for us to talk about, is there? Have you forgotten what you did?"

"I-I can explain!" Tears instantly streamed from the girl's eyes. "Celeste, you know what kind of person I am, that incident..."

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The driver was waiting for them by the side of the road.

It wasn't until they were in the car that Caitlin asked curiously, "Who was that girl back there?"

Celeste had always been a good-natured person.

Even with friends she wasn't particularly close to, she would never embarrass them like that.

But just now...

Celeste leaned back against the seat, her expression sour. "Her name is Kenna Chase. She's the one who got into a fight with her family. Look her outto cheer her up and we ran into a bunch of thugs. She's the so-called friend who just took off and didn't even bother to call the police!"