NovelUSAChapter 288 These things didn't matter to Citrine.
That summer, on the Carmichaels' advice, Citrine underwent surgery and finally regained full hearing in her left ear.
As her hearing returned, the memories of that terrible fire faded, growing more distant in her mind.
September arrived, and with it, the start of a new semester at Crestwood University.
The entire Carmichael family refused to let Citrine go alone for orientation. Against the collective will of her family, she had no choice but to agree to their company.
Citrine had enrolled as a pre-med major, with a second degree in literature.
The moment she stepped onto Crestwood's campus, she was swept into a crowd of new students.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt eighteen, Citrine had truly grown into herself-her skin was luminous and fair, her features sculpted and striking, every detail so captivating it was hard to look away.
She caught eyes everywhere she went, from both guys and girls.
At the registration desk, a tall boy-easily over six feet-strode straight toward her. "Hey, do you need help finding your dorm?" he offered.
Citrine had just opened her mouth to politely decline when Raymond, her father, stepped in with a stony expression. He shot the boy a cold look and said curtly, "No need. We can see just fine." His daughter had barely reached adulthood, and already the wolves were circling.
"Sorry, l-sorry," the boy stammered, realizing too late that Citrine was hardly alone. Embarrassed, he apologized several more times before slinking away, cheeks flushed.
The Carmichaels escorted Citrine all the way to her dorm. Once inside, Raymond set about wiping down her desk and chair.
"Citrine, csit and rest," he insisted, gently steering her into the chair.
Then, together with Travis and Salome, he set to work cleaning the room-making the bed, wiping down the wardrobe, hanging clothes, arranging toiletries.
Citrine and Weston had little to do except offer the occasional bit of direction.
In one corner, Citrine's new roommates watched the whole scene unfold, silently wondering which family had sent their pampered princess to college.
Once the room was spotless and the tcto say goodbye, Weston and Raymond were struck by an unexpected emptiness.
Citrine had always been at their sides. Now, with her heading off to college, hwould feel very different. The thought left both men with a bittersweet ache.
After repeating their instructions and goodbyes several times, the Carmichaels finally left, reluctantly.
As soon as they were gone, Citrine's three roommates converged on her. Ingrid, her eyes never leaving Citrine, introduced herself. "Hi! I'm Ingrid." She gestured to the other two girls. "That's Lisa, and that's Jane." Citrine took them in, offering a polite nod. "Nice to meet you. I'm Citrine Carmichael." Ingrid, as outgoing as they come, pulled up a chair and plopped down right in front of Citrine, staring unabashedly. "Citrine, you're gorgeous. And you smell so nice!" Citrine hesitated, not sure how to respond. Was it normal to feel a little intimidated? Jane shot Citrine a smile. "Don't mind her. Ingrid's a total sucker for a pretty face -she can't help herself around beautiful girls." "Uh, thanks," Citrine replied, nodding.
Lisa, still thinking about the earlier scene, asked with open admiration, "Citrine, were those all your family who cwith you?" Citrine nodded, a glimmer of pride flickering in her eyes. "Yes, they're my family." "Wow, your family spoils you so much. I'm seriously jealous," Lisa sighed.
Thinking of her loved ones, Citrine felt a gentle warmth in her heart. "They really are wonderful."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIngrid jumped in, "Oh, by the way, Lisa and I are both majoring in literature.
veix What about you guys?" Jane answered, "I'm pre-med."
Citrine smiled. "Shere. I'm majoring in pre-med, with a second in major in iterature." "That's so impressive, Citrine-double-majoring as a freshman!" Lisa said.
Citrine smiled again, sincere. "I just really love literature." *** Girls' friendships are simple.
Within an hour, the four of them were already chatting like old friends.
It didn't take Citrine long to get a sense of her new roommates' personalities.
Ingrid was friendly and outgoing, with a weakness for beauty.
Jane could look serious or even aloof, but she had a warm heart underneath it all.
And Lisa-Lisa was a true country girl: down-to-earth, kind, and remarkably resilient.
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