The Creepy Little Girl

"Auntie... please take me home, there are too many bad people out here... wuuu!" The little girl's tears sparkled as they rolled down her face. Grace felt a surge of disgust but was forced to maintain her kind and caring image, especially in such a public setting.

"It's okay, Auntie will take you home. Where do you live?"

"XX Street, XX Alley... I was out shopping with my mommy... and we got separated. I can't find her, wuuu!" The girl kept crying.

"Alright, don't cry, don't cry. Auntie will take you home." Grace smiled warmly, leading the little girl to her car. She planned to drive her home personally. The scene had drawn the attention of several onlookers, many of whom gave Grace approving nods. A few of her acquaintances even took photos and posted them to their social media, praising her act of kindness.

Grace felt a sense of elegant pride, relieved that she had maintained her impeccable public image.