Devil I Adored!

Part 61

After uploading the profile pricture and logging out immediately in order to avoid any immediate comments on it. I got chatting with a couple of other batch mates.

"You look so much lady like Amelie. You should seriously star in some makeover episode they show on air, " said one of the batch mates in the group making me blush in embarrassment.

She was right no doubts about that. I only I wasn't living with that old hags mind set that the Prince Charming will come and take me as I am. Just like Cindrella was taken by her Prince. That only existed in fairy tales. In real life what I discovered was Rach was somehow right looks did matter if not today then tomorrow I had to change for him at least to keep his reputation amongst his friends and his that twat cousin.

I heard a witch cackle from behind and knew just exactly who it could be. "The boyfriend must have gotten bored of her lousy looks and she must have been so desperate to keep him, she had to change herself after all these hopeless years."

I didn't quite understand this wench!

How many charges on murdering someone who's worth murdering?

I wished I was in medieval times where burning a witch alive was considered a noble deed!

I obviously didn't compete with this woman on looks, she looked really well with all her make up touched up like a model. She hadn't even seen my boyfriend considering the fact that she was a maneater.

So why the bloody jealousy?

She's confusing than Vitali and Vihaan..

I quickly pushed the thought of both of them together out of mind and searched for words to answer this little dirty mouthed retch.

"Rach did you by any chance break up with your probably 100th boyfriend or something? And you aren't able to take out your frustration on anyone else so I'm suddenly your punching bag?"

I could see her mouth drop into a perfect "O" when I mentioned the fact of the 100th boyfriend.

Ohh right on the spot.. and frustrations.. cherry on the cake!!

Amelie you rocked with words now!!

In years of tolerating her nonsense I was now officially free and could speak as much shit I wanted to on her face.

"Amelie how dare you..."

Her voice trailed away when I turned my back towards her and was now on my heels walking towards my father who was waiting for me. I cared a damn of what she said it was the last time I seeing that woman's face ever in my life. Never would I ever want to see her again.

My father and I left the venue as soon as we were done with convocation lunch, and I said my final good byes to my favorite teachers.

Ahh that was someday!!

I took off my heels in the car I could see serious shoe bites on my feet. I so needed a shower and a damn good foot massage. Upon reaching home I climbed out of my car without my heels and bare foot climbed to our apartment. I landed straight on the couch. My mom entered the lounge wiping her hands off with Kleenex and then taking the degree in her hands and reading it out loud.

"Yeah mom, it took effort!!" I said keeping my eyes shut I was tired.

"Well, congrats now get ready for the next! Go change and get relaxed. Look at your feet!"

I looked down at my feet at the way she exclaimed she made it sound as my feet had caught some sort of raw fungus. But I couldn't disagree with her reaction in a matter on few minutes of the ride back home my feet had swollen and were bloodshot red.