Chapter Ten Growing Pains

  "It's so hot..."

  On a New York street, Catherine was wearing a sweater. Without thinking, she took it off.

  "Kate, are you still hot?" Lily teased beside her.

  "Yes, but can't take off any more, right?" There's just a white shirt inside.

  "It doesn't matter, take it off."

  "Oh no!" Catherine cried out loud.

  People around have all come to watch.

  Another look and they were all men, and none of them wore clothes!

  "Help!"

  Catherine fell off the bed.

  "What kind of dream is this......"

  She shook her head and took a step back from the group of men walking towards her, only to fall off the bed.

  Another glance, and her hand had already lifted up her nightgown.

  "Kate! Get up, it's still a few hours before we arrive at Gruyères!"

  Catherine usually returns to school on Sunday evenings, but yesterday she stayed home and spent the whole day writing about Harry Potter. The Phoenix Society, the Flame Cup, the Deathly Hallows...

  Hey, I still have a lot of work to do!

  "Alright!"

  She sprang up with a "thud", but her chest hit the bed frame, and a sharp pain shot through.

  "Uggghhh..."

  She was in so much pain that her face turned pale.

  "What's wrong?!"

  Emma heard Catherine's scream and came in directly.

  "Pain..."

  There's a feeling of being out of breath.

  "Where? Kate?"

  Emma walked over worriedly and then looked at Kater who was gently pressing her own temple with her hand.

  Emma suddenly understood.

  "Brucie! Call Kate's teacher... tell her Kate won't be able to go to school for the next couple of days!"

  "Huh?!" Catherine stared at her mother in astonishment.

  "Kate, let go."

  "Oh..."

  Catherine found it somewhat strange but did as she was told.

  Emma pressed her fingers against Kate's chest, and Catherine felt as if there was something inside that was causing unbearable pain.

  She looked again and saw Emma looking at her with a half-smile.

  "Alright Kate, go change your clothes, we're going out."

  "What's wrong, Mom?" Catherine looked at her mother in surprise.

  "Of course I'm going to buy a bra, and maybe some sanitary napkins too..."

  In an instant, Catherine's mouth formed an "O".

  That's right, it started developing on its own. Catherine noticed this fact immediately.

  As a twelve-year-old girl, her development was already somewhat delayed, and now she has finally entered the physiological process that every girl or boy will experience - puberty.

  "It's a ghost... No way! Impossible!"

  She shouted in panic and confusion.

  "Dear, adolescence is not something to be afraid of, it's one of the most beautiful times in life."

  Emma gently stroked Catherine's head.

  "Oh... heavens... oh..."

  She shook her head, somewhat incredulous.

  "Kate, change your clothes first, pay attention to choose looser ones, it's not good for the development of your chest if they're too tight."

  Although ballet has requirements for the chest, Emma is obviously more concerned about her daughter's physical needs.

  "I'll go and have a word with SAB, tell them to be careful..." Emma muttered to herself as she walked out, leaving behind a sour-faced Catherine.

  After washing up, Emma began to remind Catherine of things she needed to pay attention to.

  "Kate, remember to apply a towel to your chest before sleep for about half a month and the lump will disappear. However, be careful not to eat chili during this period and remember to wear a bra or it may sag afterwards. If you feel that the bra has become tight, measure your size - it's probably time to change."

  Catherine felt her brain was mush.

  The cruel fact was hard for her to accept.

  "Since you have come, then rest here."

  She kept repeating this sentence in her mind, but it had no effect.

  "By the way, remember not to catch a cold when taking measurements, it's already autumn now."

  Although it's hard to accept, I'll still have to accept it.

  Marx taught us that objective things will not change with people's will, so taking good care of the body is most important. Emma remembered all the words she said silently.

  "Mom." Catherine looked at Emma with a pitiful expression.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Do I... have to go?"

  Emma looked at Catherine's face which was red all over and knew she was shy.

  "Alright, but just this once, next time you have to go yourself, got it?"

  Catherine finally let out a sigh of relief.

  "Alright, take off your pajamas."

  Emma took out a tape measure.

  Catherine took off her clothes and looked at her chest, but she always felt that this place was a bit different from before, as if it was psychological.

  The tape measure was pressed against her chest, and Catherine suddenly discovered that it was a kind of unprecedented indescribable feeling, this feeling seemed to be spreading throughout the body, but at this time, Emma had already put the tape measure down.

  "Actually, there's already an A, Kate, didn't you notice usually?"

  Catherine innocently shook her head.

  "Alright, I'll go first." Emma picked up her bag and then went out to get into their family car.

  Catherine watched her mother leave and let out a sigh.

  She lay back in bed and gazed blankly at the sky.

  She suddenly remembered that dream again.

  "What will happen next?"

  She suddenly remembered the countless "romantic thrillers" she had seen in her past life, where the female lead seemed... would be very happy...

  What kind of feeling is it?

  She had once felt as if she were floating on air.

  But...

  The hand of evil stretched out again, and in such a sober state, she did it for the first time.

  "Ding... ding..."

  But then a phone call suddenly broke the morning calm.

  "Hello, this is Edson." The phone was answered by Bruce.

  Catherine took a deep breath.

  *sigh*

  She sighed again.

  She actually forgot her old dad was still at home.

  "By the way, it's just right to ask about company matters."

  She walked out of the room just as Bruce hung up the phone.

  "Dear, is anything wrong?"

  "Dad, I've written a book and now I've earned $50,000. I'm preparing to start a clothing design company with my classmates."

  Bruce's mouth formed an "O", just like Catherine's had at first.

  Catherine suddenly remembered something she had written, which Bruce seemed unaware of.

  But didn't Emma say she would tell him last time?

  It's obvious she forgot.

  "What did you say?"

  Bruce looked at Catherine, thinking he had misheard.