Brenda's POV
Dressed in a black pantyhose and a black bra, I find my way to the living room. I took my time to get dressed in this because of Tyler's comment yesterday about how he loves seeing me in this. I have found my new custom. I smile to myself and take the staircase down.
I raise my head because of the murmurings coming from the girls downstairs. Instead of sitting to wait for time for our show, they are standing, looking at trees, and whispering into each other's ears.
I arch a brow and step on the last staircase.
"Hey", I say with a light smile on my face. Ariel turns back abruptly and slumps to the dining seat. The other girls did the same without replying to me. I study their expressions, they all look unhappy and I wonder what is wrong.
"What's wrong?" I quest
