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Michaela always observed the way Capitolina was worn, the way she ate, drank, the hairstyle she had. The reason of doing it was the question “Why does she hate me?”

“She wears clothes as she would come out from home without a care in the world what she was wearing I don’t understand. She is rich, beautiful, polite and clever, but all these ponytails and buggy loosy apparels as though she was homeless. She must show off, be like a princess and mock me off. However she is always polite with people, even with me. I can’t get it why then she hates me, what am I doing wrong?” Michaela drummed her head with this stuff.

Michaela always estimated everything what was happening in her life people around her, her goals and failures.

She didn’t like to let people down, always being in time and willing to help, even it didn’t match her interests. Living in her own world which she created for herself, she understood that something wonderful had to happen in her life, maybe not that moment but in the future. Her face permanently would light up with smiles of pleasure if she could do something that brought a smile on face of another person. In that way she started making her hand-made stuff, firstly dedicated to her close friends and finishing with people who she either regarded to be important or nice to her.