#Chapter16 I can take on the hard guys
Hailey's POV
/"Took you long enough,/" Tristan mutters to me as I reach the changing rooms.
/"Some douche bags made me wait,/" I roll my eyes.
/"I thought people knew you and they'll make way for you wherever you set your foot in this arena,/" he quirks an eyebrow and folds his arms across his chest and studies me.
/"They know Haze not Hailey,/" I state. /"Wait for a sec,/" I take out my white mask and throw my duffle bag at him, which he catches effortlessly and I enter the changing rooms.
I look into the mirror to make sure that I am fine and then put on the white mask that covers half of my face. Then I finish off my look with a bright red lipstick.
I come out and notice Tristan still on the door. /"Typical./" He scoffs and I roll my eyes.
We head towards the check-in desk I see a guy in his early twenties with blonde hair and green eyes.
/"Trace?/" The guy asks Tristan.