Essel’s Pov
We step into the restroom, and Georgia pushes the door open, revealing an empty space. It stirs a mix of nerves in me. What if this is where she decides to take her anger out? I can't shake the thought of her potentially having something dangerous tucked away in her bag.
"Looks like you've got some new clothes," she remarks, releasing my arm and glancing at her reflection in the mirror. She rummages through her handbag, and I can't help but worry that a knife might emerge from its depths.
Relief washes over me though, when she pulls out a shiny lip gloss from a hidden pocket instead.
"Oh, they're not new. I'm just wearing my friend's clothes," I reply, eyeing the familiar blue jeans and the Guns N' Roses T-shirt belonging to Liz. "I hope you don't mind—I didn't realize your
