The dim glow of the chandeliers flickered as we moved toward the side of the stage. The hum of conversation and clinking glasses masked our footsteps, but we still kept low, careful not to draw any attention.
The heavy curtains draped before us swayed slightly with the occasional movement behind them. The backstage area was close. We just had to get through unnoticed.
I turned my head slightly and whispered, "Don't make any noise."
"Roger that," Hina responded, flashing a small grin.
Serina simply nodded, her expression serious.
We inched forward, sticking to the walls, blending into the shadows cast by the decorative columns and dim lighting. The guards and event organizers were standing nearby, engaged in a hushed conversation. We pressed ourselves against the cold stone, listening carefully.
"Sad one escaped," one of the guards muttered, his tone laced with disappointment.
"Yeah… she had it really big, you know," another man replied with a chuckle.
