The lady in pink stood over the dead bodies of all the lower goddesses. She cleaned the mess of blood, bodies and more, so no more rumors to be heard.
She made new goddesses, so that Angelina wouldn't be as suspicious, what they are goddesses are not important.

Angelina was trapped in the garden, flower petals falling from her eye that had grown a beautiful carnation.
Curled up in a ball on the rocky trail, petals falling down further and further.

Angelina, soft, innocent and pure, an almost perfect friend. Carleen came and unlocked the gate to the garden.
She walked toward her, held out a hand. Angelina looked up at her, took her hand, and jumped up to hug the lady in pink.

"I'm sorry! I should never had told you about those rumors about how you had breath of crushed baby bones! I know you'd never kill anyone!" The shorter girl cried.

"It's fine, dear. It's all fine." Carleen soothed Angelina. Carleen held the other's hand, as they walked out of the garden. Angelina had to leave, to her own home. They waved goodbye, they both learned something.

Angelina learned that the lady in pink wasn't so EVIL as they told her.

Carleen learned that, not absolutely everyone wasn't LYING, but Angeline thought they were.