CHAPTER 38

Grace roughly clasped the cincture of her bag, as she dazedly goggled at the gigantic building that stood proud and soaring in front of her. Her heart was thumping wildly in her rib cage. Cold sweat glistened on her forehead. She rubbed her clammy hands on the straps of the bag, holding it tightly.

She unconsciously dusted her maroon skirt, which belongs to her sister. It's not like she has given it to her or anything. Grace took it from the trash box a few nights ago. Washing it, she kept it for this day. Many people will find it horrendous, but not Grace. She knew the meaning and value of everything. Not being provided with anything, not materialistic things, not affection, Grace still didn't let that affect her or her kind heart. She is always kind and grateful for whatever she possesses.

Grace found the statue and superfluity of the building haunting and taunting. She was so intimating that for a second, she thought to run back and hide under her covers. She just couldn't picture