欧美专区小说区

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was surprised she still recognized herself. But it was not what she had expected to see. It was worse.

Her eyes were puffy as if she had been crying all day and night. She would know since she had done it before, many times due to her father. Her tears-stained cheeks looked like she performed in the cartoon show called the Joker.

She still had not described her nose. It will shame Rudolf next Christmas. Maybe Santa would let her light the sleigh by then. Overall, her mascara was all over the place, and her lipstick smudged outside her lips.

Quickly grabbing a soap, she scrubbed her face clean on the basin, removing all her makeup. Splashing cold water on her face also helped with the puffiness of her eyes. Somehow, it cooled down and reduced its swollenness, and it was not as red as before.

“You will be just fine.” She breathed deeply, prepping herself up, ready to go on with her life. Not exactly. But at least one step at a time.

Her eyes stared at herself one last time, admitting she still looked presentable even without makeup. Well, it was much better than her earlier look.

.....

She took her bag and held it in her hand, ready to go back downstairs, and thanked her guardian angel for saving her from herself. She must have taken up so much of her time.

Once she was in the living room, she never bothered to sit down, planning to leave as soon as possible, feeling she had already overstayed her welcome.

“Angela.” She moved around the room, looking for her, but she was not anywhere nearby. “Angela,” Amelia called to her, louder this time.

She wondered where her kind hostess was since she did not want to roam alone, appearing like a nosy guest. Still, she did not respond to her.

It was slightly creepy to be in someone else’s apartment, and the owner suddenly vanished. “Angela.” Her voice was an octave higher.

Amelia believed that should be enough to call her attention even if she was in the other rooms. But still, no movement. Her logical mind told her to leave without saying goodbye. She might have gone out or to sleep.

However, her instinct told her to search for her new friend. She might be in the other room. Practically, she would search the kitchen first, smelling the delicious aroma coming from the other room.

“Angela, are you in here?” She asked again, in a milder tone. She had no more need to shout as she moved further inside the room, seeing the oven light on and what seemed to be cupcakes baking.

She moved closer, going around the huge kitchen counter in the middle. Then to her surprise, her eyes landed on Angela, who was lying on the floor, unconscious.

“Angela,” Amelia called to her, touching her friend’s wrist to get a pulse. But she was not responding to her call, but her fingers felt a weak pulse.

She was afraid to touch her further, not having much experience in conditions like this. Standing up, she rummaged through her bag and took out her phone, dialing the emergency hotline.

“Angela, hold on.” She knelt back down on the ground, trying to check on her condition.

She could tell that she did not bump her head anywhere since there were no signs of injury or blood on the floor. Maybe she had a heart attack, which was quite common for a woman her age.

“You will be just fine.” She kept telling her, waiting for an operator to take her call.

After what seemed to be the most stressful wait she had to do, the ambulance arrived and helped her take care of her friend.

“You can ride with us if you want to accompany your grandmother.” She looked around the lobby as her friend remained unconscious as the paramedics wheeled her out of the building.

She could see that the incident had started to gather a crowd, but that was not her concern. She had no idea where her family was, but she believed she would need someone to stay by her side for now.

“Yes, I would like to go with her.” She decided to pretend to be related so she could take care of her in the meantime. It was the least she could do after she showed her kindness.

She hopped into the ambulance, riding at the back of the truck, sitting just beside her. She tried her best to stay clear when the paramedic did her job, but her hand kept holding hers, assuring her she was not alone in this.

“She is lucky you were there to call for help. Her attack could have been fatal if not treated immediately.” The woman in uniform told her.

It seemed that fate had been working in both their favor today. This woman had saved her from earlier. Now, she was returning the favor.

“How is she doing now?” She could not help but feel her heart squeezing tightly, but compared to earlier, not with anger but with fear.

“She is stable for now, but we will know more after the doctors have checked on her and run some tests.” The paramedic told her. “Don’t worry. You did well. You are her guardian angel.”

She doubted she could take that role, thinking it was more suitable for this kind lady than her. She was no angel, thinking of the horrible things she wanted to do to her friends.

Anyway, she would say that this day was a series of flukes in her life. One unfortunate incident after another, but not likely to happen again. But if fate would ask her, she would prefer to experience serendipity instead.