47 XLVI

THE NEXT MORNING THE GIRL'S MOTHER acted like the argument last night never existed.

Laia wanted to bring the topic back again, but her mother would always find a way to divert the topic to something else, even to the point that she's once again bringing up the concept of who her daughter should date.

Annoyed, Laia ate as quickly as she could despite the risk of indigestion.

"Ugh," The short-haired girl grunts as she slung her backpack behind her bag. "I hate Tuesdays,"

Parking her bicycle on where most of her other schoolmates left their bikes, Laia quickly made her way to where the flag ceremony was being held.

Fortunately, she wasn't late. The whole area was still buzzing with noise as everyone talked with one another about most topics that Laia deemed irrelevant.

"Laia!"

Laia whipped her head to the side and saw a sheepish Brie waving her hand.

When she was finally in front of Laia, she immediately pulls her friend to a hug.