This trip to Capital City, to the Art Academy, had utterly captivated her eyes, causing her to act too impulsively without careful consideration, assuming the people here were as easy to fool as those she had encountered before, leading to underestimating them.
The result of underestimating them was her reputation once again plummeting to the depths.
But what could she do?
She had no way out; she absolutely could not turn back.
If she dropped out and went home, her father would make her work at that local plastic factory, where the female workers all wore very plain work clothes, spending seven or eight hours daily next to the machines; their hands became rough from the work, and future marriage prospects limited to marrying co-workers or just settling for someone in the town followed by having children and pinching pennies daily.
People around her home were all like that.
She didn't want to become one of them.
