She froze as her hands trembled, fearing the people outside might have been disturbed by the noise she was making inside.
When the distant sound of voices still sounded rowdy and unfazed as if the commotion inside couldn't reach them.
She exhaled shakily, then slammed her heel again. This time, the mirror shattered and split across the tiles in jagged shards.
Selina crouched, picked up a shard with care, and slashed across her chiffon gown. Once the fabric gave way, she ripped around the cut, the faint tear of fabric muffled by the noise outside. She worked fast, transforming the flowing gown into a thigh-length dress.
She had to blend in, even if becoming someone else, she was frightened to face.
Raising her gaze to the fractured mirror, she reached up and peeled off the short brown wig along with the net beneath. Her long black hair split down her back in waves.
