A few days later, I was dragging myself home after training when I ran into Camille.
She was carrying a box in her arms.
The moment she saw me, she hurried over.
"Chloe!"
She opened the box, revealing the gown she had torn apart.
"I spent ages learning how to sew, and I finally fixed it. Please don't be angry with me anymore. I promise I'll never touch your things again. I'll never play another prank on you. We can go back to the way we were..."
I lowered my gaze to the dress.
The stitches were crooked and uneven, and several sequins were still missing, leaving bare patches scattered across the fabric.
It was nothing more than a pale imitation of the beautiful gown it had once been.
Just like our friendship.
No matter how carefully something was pieced back together, some damage
