CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
I thought she was kidding but as the several pairs of judging eyes looked at me, I felt wildly underdressed. Was this supposed to be some pageant and no one told me? Several murmurs broke and I found my throat getting dry.
“W-Where is the bathroom?” I questioned, my voice sounding a little hoarse.
“Upstairs, second door on the left,” The woman who had opened the door pointed out and I quickly headed up the stairs.
On opening the washroom, I was set back by the amount of girls hurrying through their make-up while trying to make their dresses as short as possible. Oh no, not this please. I shut the door, walking out with the intention of swallowing my pride.
“Ava?” I stopped in my tracks, the hair on the back of my neck rising. Maybe if I kept walking, he wouldn’t
