"It's me." The young girl walked this way, her graceful footsteps carrying the characteristic rhythm of a dancer.
She wore tight practice clothes with a cloak loosely draped over her. Her face was already fully made up, with thick foundation and sharply drawn eyes; she only needed to change her clothes to be able to go down and perform immediately.
"It's been so long, and you don't even recognize me anymore, I'm so heartbroken." The girl giggled as she spoke, her tone teasing, but there was not a hint of heartbreak on her face. She skipped over to Wood's side, naturally sitting down on the armrest of his sofa: "We haven't seen each other for seven years, right? When I left Dune, I was only twelve, still a little kid."
The appearance of this natural and radiant girl made the other girl who was originally sitting here feel extremely awkward. The atmosphere in the private box suddenly became stiff.
