Alice Robinson's eyes were glistening with tears. "Go!"
Back on the second floor, Alice changed her clothes.
All year long, she wore the same white blouse paired with a black pencil skirt.
The simplest office outfit, lacking a bit of feminine charm, but adding a touch of toughness.
This past year she rarely looked in the mirror, but today, she paused to look at herself.
A year seemed to have stripped away her youthful innocence and immaturity...
Now, she exuded the aura of a mature woman, with a commanding presence that made it hard to associate her with the person she was a year ago.
She stood in front of the mirror for a moment before leaving the room.
Carrying her briefcase, she went to the first floor, where the faint sound of commotion reached her ears.
It was Aunt PA scolding a maid.
Aunt PA: "I've told you not to put newspapers together with magazines. Miss doesn't like reading newspapers, only magazines. Haven't you heard my instructions?"
