BELLA

Something strange happened two days ago, one that made me backtrack, wondering if I had imagined it. Imelda, who has never spoken gently with me, the lady who hated my guts for no reason, stopped me on my way to lunch. I expected her to start her normal talks, to accuse me of what I didn't do, but she did none of that.

The shocking thing was, she asked to be friends. Yup. Imelda, the bitch with a capital B, asked me to be friends with her. If that wasn't stunning enough, she bought lunch ...