"Miss?"
Ophelia held her breath, confusion still etched across her face as she studied the young woman before her. Ashley's makeup was thick and dramatic, disguising most of her features. But now that she was looking at her up close, she could finally see through it.
A second later, Ophelia snapped out of her daze.
She instinctively glanced around before grabbing Ashley by the wrist and leading her into a nearby empty room. Before shutting the door, she peeked into the hallway one last time, checking both directions.
Only then did she turn back to Ashley.
"Miss," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Is... is it really you?"
She stepped closer until only a single pace separated them. Her hands clasped Ashley's, trembling uncontrollably.
"Don't you believe me?" Ashley asked with a faint frown.
She gave Ophelia's hands a reassuring squeeze. "Do I have to show you some proof?"
