On the eve of meeting her boyfriend, she was choosing clothes in the dorm and asked me which one was better.
I sat silently and occasionally responded with a few words. At that moment, the door was opened and another roommate, Isabel Peterson, came in with a cold face.
She threw her phone hard on the table, but the phone fell to the ground beside me.
After thinking for a moment, I bent down to help her pick it up.
The phone screen was lit up, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of her WeChat interface, with a heart as the nickname.
But the avatar of that chat partner seemed a bit familiar.
"Why are you holding my phone!"
Isabel's face changed. She quickly snatched the phone from my hand. Seeing Millie trying on clothes, she said with a mocking smile, "Being so fat, it doesn't matter what you wear. Why bother dressing up?"
Millie was so angry that she was panting heavily, but Isabel quickly stormed out.
Isabel was a rich girl in the city, looking down on every roommate, especially me, whom she saw as a show-off for studying in the library from morning till night.