Zelda pushed the door open and found it ajar, stepping inside to find Jianne watching her with concern.
"Are you okay?" Jeanne asked gently, sensing something was off.
Zelda sighed, feeling the weight of everything she had just discovered.
"I don't know, Jianne. I just... I don’t know."
Just as Jianne was searching for something comforting to say, Zelda’s phone rang, interrupting the tense moment. Jeanne handed her bag over, and Zelda absentmindedly pulled out her phone without checking the caller ID.
She put it to her ear, and the unmistakable voice of Susan Wenger filled the line.
"Hello, Noelle...“
“How can I help you?" Zelda asked, maintaining the alias she used to protect her identity in the fashion and music world.
"I've been telling my manager to call you r
