90. False Hope

The next morning, Virginia found herself in the presence of the two teenage daughters of the old couple. With a gentle smile, she greeted them, trying her best to maintain her facade of memory loss. The girls, brimming with curiosity, began firing questions at her with unwavering enthusiasm.

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"Hey, who are you? Are you friend of Mama and Papa?” asked one of them out of the blue.

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“Uh, I’m Virginia, I think. And you can say that they are more than just friends to me....”

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That girl’s eyes widened to hear that ambigous remark. “Wow, is it something like I often heard from my friend’s stories? Ummm, what was it, I forgot.... Oh yeah, I remember! Are you perhaps involved in Love Three Angels or something along that line?”

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“It’s love triangle, you dummy!” retorted another girl with a ponytail.

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Virginia chuckled to witness their innocence, somehow reminding her of Susan’s antics. “No, when I say that they’re more than just a friend to me, I mean they have saved my life. You can say t