Maeve took a deep breath, patted her cheeks for courage, and pushed open the dressing-room door.
The moment she stepped out, laughter exploded.
"Ha, hahaha…"
Rain and June stood at the hallway like two bored angels waiting to stab someone. Their eyes swept over Maeve from head to toe, sharp and shiny.
"Maeve," Rain called, voice soft… too soft. The kind of soft that meant trouble.
"Yes?" Came Maeve's response. She was
Rain walked closer, her smile blooming like a poisonous flower.
"Did you hear," she said sweetly. "There's a new girl performing as well. She's young, pretty… and honestly?" Rain leaned in, lowering her voice like she was sharing a secret. "She might take you out completely who knows."
June nodded eagerly beside her. "We're only telling you because we care."
Rain continued, smile never slipping.
"I really hope you win today, Maeve. I mean it." Her tone was honey, but her eyes were knives.
