(Author's POV)
"We are waiting for my sister. But~ .... why isn't she here yet? It's been a while now," Wendy murmured as she glanced at the restaurant's entrance.
Inside, Myra was about to have a meltdown. She was filled with the thought of getting discovered by Elio and Dion. Last night, she had a narrow escape with Alaric and now this. Her head was buzzing with sirens. Shutting her eyes tightly, she mumbled to herself, "Ohh god~ …. What should I do? Please~ …. help me. Please."
Then she heard Wendy's voice, saying, "Let me go and check up on her."
Myra wanted to run away and escape, but she couldn't. She knew that very well. Because if she did, it would result in even bigger chaos. She peeked outside and saw Wendy coming inside, her hands tightly gripping onto Amy's scarf. All of a sudden, she was hit by an idea.
Wendy stepped inside and was about to head to the washroom. But before she could, Myra called out to Wendy, her voice came out hoarse and heavy, "Wends~ ...."
