"Ah!"
Lily Smith screamed as she stood up from her chair, grabbing her handbag from the table, trying to pull out tissues from it. The more she rushed, the more chaotic it became, and the handbag hit her red tea cup, spilling it onto the table.
The brown tea splattered, instantly leaving stains on her skirt and boots.
A large patch of dark brown oil stain appeared on her white skirt, and a huge water mark in the center of the skirt made her look utterly disheveled.
Even more pathetic was the fact that everyone around turned surprised faces towards her, but not a single person came to help her, which spoke volumes about her popularity.
"You're a grown-up, yet so clumsy."
The cleaning lady in the canteen came over with a mop, grabbed a towel wanting to wipe the water off her skirt.
"Don't touch me!" Lily Smith, with no place to vent her anger, immediately reprimanded unpleasantly, "What's that towel of yours? It's filthy!"
