The woman who I had bumped into just now was none other than Regina Stone, the girl who I had related to mini carnations back in the campus on the day of the welcome party.
She had worn a simple T-shirt and jeans like always and a slightly worn-out pair of canvas shoes on her feet. She had a petite figure that matched her innocent pair of eyes and was just like a midsummer breeze that reinvigorated people.
Her best friend, Flora, stood next to her, and she was also an equally stunning woman who had become one of the prettiest women in the campus right after she had joined the university. I had watched her perform at the welcome party and she had stolen the limelight with her piano performance, which gained her a lot of fans and fervent pursuers.
The two of them also revealed astonished
