Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Roseanne and her group were getting ready to move on to the next museum when suddenly, she bumped face-to-face with Beverley. Leda let out an exaggerated "Wow."

Roseanne kept her expression neutral before calmly shifting her gaze away.

To her, Beverley was now a stranger, unworthy even of basic courtesy. It was easier to pretend they didn't know each other.

Less awkward for both parties.

Unexpectedly, Beverley advanced a few steps and, with a smile, greeted her, "Roseanne, fancy seeing you here!"

Norris and Madge exchanged a glance. An acquaintance?

They had never heard of their daughter knowing someone like Beverley... Their curiosity about Beverley's identity piqued.

Seeing their confusion, Leda leaned in and whispered a few words to them.

Suddenly, Madge's view of Beverley shifted. Norris' smile faded too, his gaze sharpening instantly.

Beverley, feeling awkward, was about to say something when Maisie, clearly impatient, urged, "What are we waiting for? Let's get out of here. It's stuffy and smells musty. Disgusting!"

"Exactly!" Farley chimed in, "I wish we hadn't come. Who cares about this old stuff? Mom, I'm starving."

eat. And make it fancy and expensive!" Beverley wished the ground would swallow him up

and Leda exchanged

had Beverley become so meek? What was going on with these

Farley with a smile,

taking the initiative to chat him up made Farley's eyes

Ah, the times...

Roseanne's gaze deepened.

alone in the

come to the worst

no joy or satisfaction upon hearing this, only a

education, her body, her reputation,

Was it worth it?

foolish years, she still had the chance

We told her to leave, but she just stood there, like a dummy!" Farley was so open he might as well have revealed his underwear

realized, "So, she's under someone's thumb, that's

here she is, playing lackey, running around, busy as a bee. How does it feel?

Swr

push it! I may not be young, but