That One Item Changed Everything
During the mandatory freshman orientation camp, my skin had flared up with a severe allergic reaction, so I didn't use the plastic washbasin the school handed out.
Instead, I opened my suitcase and took out the custom silver basin I had brought from home.
My roommate, Louisa Carter, immediately made a snide remark, drawling, "You're really something, huh? Kids from broke families like us are lucky to have any basin at all."
I didn't bother responding. I simply pulled out my facial essence to do a cold compress, but she immediately rushed over, slapped the bottle out of my hand, and jabbed a finger at my face.
"Bet you get tens of thousands a month for living expenses. You have a sugar