The hide curtain was pushed open with an unnecessary amount of flair, and in strutted the last person Isabella wanted to see—Miss Skull Collector herself.
Zara.
She pranced in like she owned the place, her voice high-pitched and bubbly as she sang a tune that nobody asked for. The bones in her hair rattled with each step, and Isabella had to fight the urge to ask if she was part skeleton at this point.
Shelia and Ophelia both stiffened beside her, exchanging looks that screamed "Oh, here we go again." It was clear they were used to this behavior.
Zara barely spared anyone a glance—too busy basking in her self-importance. That was until something white caught her attention from the corner of her eye.
Her steps slowed.
Then she stopped completely.
And then—like a scene straight out of a bad horror movie—she walked backward, her expression twisting with suspicion. Her gaze landed on Isabella, taking in her appearance with narrowed eyes.
