Cecilia stood in the corridor outside the women's changing room, unable to resist her anxious shout.
"Claire, are you in there? Young Master Grant asked me to find you. If you hear me, could you please respond?"
After all, Jude was a man, so he felt it was inappropriate to come over himself, and thus asked Cecilia to look for her.
...
Jude sent someone to find her...
Claire Sinclair collapsed to the floor, her body stiff as a board, her heart feeling like it was being devoured by countless ants.
A tear, as large as a bean, trailed down from the corner of her eye.
The girl sniffed, finally forcing herself to suppress all the discomfort and embarrassment she felt in her heart, and managed to stand up.
"Cecilia, I'm fine. I just took a while changing clothes, sorry to make you worry."
Claire forced a slight smile, pushed open the door of the changing room, and walked out.
Cecilia looked at Claire with some concern, feeling that this girl's state was not quite right.
