Chapter 34

Bianca, I thought. There she stood, wearing a white top, blue jeans, and sneakers. Something she could easily slip out of when she needed to change. The way she stared at me told me that she had no idea who I was. I didn't care to elaborate. It was so many weeks ago when I helped her, and with all the people she came in contact with, who was I to be remembered?

"What are you doing in my dressing room?" Blaze asked, cocking her eyebrow.

Bianca stared at the door again, then...