A Regret in Red
Her talent deserved to be seen.
Outside the window, the scenery raced past like time passing me by.
And then, that afternoon, when I finally met Aurora in person, she was still wearing red. She stormed into my office like a furious little pup, pointing at me and snapping, "Who do you think you are?! Why should I work for you? Discipline me? You're not anyone to me!"
Her eyes were burning with defiance, wild and beautiful.
She was furious, but her delicate face was flushed, making her look like an angry little kitten.