In the bathroom.
Ghania Quinlan turned on the tap, fiercely splashed her face several times with cold water, and looked at the mirror at the pale girl whose fingertips still couldn't stop trembling.
Her lower lip was almost bitten through.
The phone was still vibrating incessantly.
She paused for a second, turned off the tap, took her phone out, and glanced at it, just glanced, her mind a complete mess.
It was a phone call from Ivy Wilmar.
It must be to tell her to come back and explain.
But how could she explain?
Ghania Quinlan's gaze was vacant, flustered to the point of cluelessness, having no idea how to explain this.
She had used Lighten Chaser's things, that was a fact. Before using them, she had never thought the other party would mind, nor had she thought her teacher would take a photo of the music arrangement and post it online.
Now the secret was out.
Ghania Quinlan's legs gave out, and she curled up, sitting on the icy floor.
The phone vibrated once more.