Dawn.
Chris enjoyed breakfast meticulously prepared by the maid before taking the luxury black car back to the academy.
Sitting in the back seat, she patted her unsatisfactory little belly.
Recently, the academy was abuzz with unscrupulous gossip about a senior sister being supported by a tycoon, with details of her staying out late and returning early, being chauffeured in luxury cars, and the well-mannered butler with white gloves, evidently from an upper-class family.
Chris was scoffing at the rumors happily, but soon her laughter faded.
The college girl being kept turned out to be me!
The campus gossip intensified, many tutors believed it, and Chris, unable to defend herself, failed to convince anyone despite days of explanation.
Chris: I go out every night to give a lesson to a friend.
Gossipers: We get it, no need to explain.