A Murderer's Luck
“Oh my God. Do you know how much this cost? This is Dolce and Gabbana! And you stained it with your coffee that was worth, what? A dollar?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Oh God, can you even pay for cleaning service?”
Alice stared at Helena’s face. The girl was already crying loudly and panicking. The boys behind her were snickering as if it was funny to see Helena bawl her eyes out.
Alice knew that bullying tends to happen when the rich and the poor were mixed in one place. She also knew that staying out of situations like this was the best option.
However, her conscience could not handle what she was seeing, or rather, hearing.