“Ayame Hills?” A sweet voice sounded behind me, disrupting the flow of our conversation. “You are Ayame, right?”
I turned around to find a short girl with a blonde hair; eyeing me curiously.
My eyebrows drew together. “Yes?”
“Someone named Carla Hills is looking for you. She is waiting near the gate.”
My heart stopped beating for a moment before restarting at an erratic pace. I jumped to my feet and rushed outside; almost running along the way. It wasn’t until I saw her dressed in the familiar dress that believed she was really here.
Coming to a halt a few steps away from her, I blurted out in a breathless voice, “When did you return from California?”
Her eyes narrowed, and her expression hardened. Without a single word, she slapped me before grabbing my collar. Pulling me close
