Chapter 61

Rose combed her long hair and looked at her own face in the mirror. Occasionally the woman stopped, then combed her hair again. Stopped again, then went back to combing. Until finally Rose felt bored and threw her black comb into the box on the table. She let out a long sigh while patting her right cheek with one hand. 

"Wake up, Rose. Why do you keep thinking about Antonio?! You must be crazy, huh? He's driving you crazy, isn't he?" 

All of a sudden Rose was laughing like crazy. Still staring at the square mirror, she opened her voice again. 

"Why is it that instead of your mind getting better, it's gotten more chaotic since that woman came along? Tsk. Maybe they had sex and- wait! Why am I thinking that far ahead?" 

Rose left her room and went to the bathroom to wash her face. She used the water flowing from the faucet as much as she could not even care about her sweatshirt getting wet in there. Rose looked up, looking back at the mirror