"Miss, as soon as you stepped out, that woman pounced on the box on your bed. One look at what was inside, and she snatched it up, threw open the window, and leaped right out of this third-floor room!"
The hair stylist babbled away at breakneck speed, trying to make sense of the chaos that had just unfolded.
Everly didn't waste a second. She bolted to the window, just in time to see the so-called makeup artist, who was clearly up to no good, making her escape down below after a rather daring climb.
Without a word, Everly took the plunge herself, landing with impressive precision and speed on the second-floor balcony before gracefully dropping to the ground floor.
"Everly!!!"
Alan's panicked scream echoed through the air as he leaned over the edge, watching his sister's daring descent. He hesitated for a split second before steeling himself and turning back.
"Go tell my mom or brothers right now!"
