When Ava walked into the changing room, everyone kept glancing weirdly at her. At first, she thought the girls were just glaring because she had been given Lyra's character, but then she only understood what the mischievous looks were about when she saw her silver dress.
It was all torn up.
Like they had released an animal to tear it all to pieces. It wasn't salvageable at all.
Ava touched the fabric, hoping it wasn't real. Did Theo do this?
Just then, Heather and her friends circled Ava like wolves, their eyes glinting with cruelty. She was already wearing the other costume she had prepared for Lyra's part, and it looked so similar to Ava's.
"Seriously, Ava," Heather said, her voice saccharine and slow, "Did you do this to your own costume? Or are you just naturally… destructive?" She gestured at the ruined dress, letting her fingers drag over the torn fabric.
Gina snickered loudly, "I mean, wow. It's like a dog got into it, or maybe just you. Totally your vibe, Ava,"
