Once I got back to Sterling Estates, it was time for lunch. Ada saw me and respectfully greeted me.
Glancing at the still delicious-looking food and thinking about Neil and Bonnie, I suddenly lost my appetite and headed straight upstairs.
"Ma'am, are you feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor?" Ada asked, following me upstairs with concern.
Ever since I forgave her for breaking my skincare products, she's been extra attentive to my needs.
If she wasn't Bonnie's mother, I might actually like having her as a servant.
"No, I just don't feel like eating. You guys go ahead," I replied irritably, lying on my bed.
Ada wisely didn't push the issue and quietly left the room.
As my thoughts swirled, I fell asleep. If it wasn't for Stella's incessant calls, I could've slept till tomorrow.
Stella's voice was filled with excitement, "Fantastic! The Cellobella of Rosemont College is back!"
"Huh?" I mumbled groggily, not understanding what she meant.
"I sent you a link. Check it out, now!" Stella exclaimed before hanging up.
I checked my missed calls and saw that both Alicia Rider and Barbara had called me three times, but I didn't pick up.
I opened the link Stella sent via WhatsApp. It was a video of my performance at Rosemont College's music hall earlier today.
I was seated at the far left, but the camera kept zooming in on me like someone had a crush on me.
Then there were a bunch of comments praising me, calling me a beauty with great temperament, the once Cellobella of Rosemont College. It put a smile on my face and woke me right up.
Who wouldn't like being complimented? It was my first time experiencing this feeling.
I've received compliments before, but mostly because of my dad's status. This was the first time I was admired purely for my own charm.
Stella called again just as I finished watching the video, "How about that? You're famous now, hahaha…"
"It's quite unexpected," I admitted, in a good mood, "Guess I'm still charming!"
"Absolutely! Back then Neil was just blinded. You had so many suitors yet you chose him," Stella was clearly still bitter about it.
"Let bygones be bygones. I've moved on, haven't I?" I sighed, a trace of melancholy in my voice.
"Since you're over it, let's go for a drink. I've got nothing to do. Maybe we can turn you into an internet celebrity," Stella began planning ahead. "Then we four can form a band, with Barbara as the lead singer and us three as the band. Perfect!"
Stella was daydreaming. "Don't get ahead of yourself. Where are you? Let's all have a meal together, no more drinking."
I was starving by now, I couldn't abandon my weight gain plan.
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