With only a couple of days left until the big performance, everyone wanted to run through the play one last time. So, after their final class, they quickly grabbed a bite to eat and rushed to their usual practice room.
Maggie casually opened the cabinet to pull out the costumes, but her hand came back with just a piece of a fancy hem. Mercy faced the same situation.
They all stared at the pile of fabric scraps on the table, their expressions growing darker by the second.
"Who would do something so awful and ruin all the costumes?" Monroe was practically fuming. Maggie's dad had gone through a lot of trouble to have them custom-made, taking nearly half a month to complete.
"The performance is in just a few days. What are we going to do now?" Deacon slumped into a chair, feeling defeated
