Ariana's POV;

"What are you doing here?!" Tracy spat, glaring at me.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay." I said softly to her.

"I didn't ask for your help." She muttered coldly as she washed her face.

She reached for a disposable towel and wiped her face and mouth with it as she kept glaring at me through the mirror spitefully.

She stumbled a little and I held her from falling.

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly, she looked really pale.

"I'm fine." She said and walked out on me. I walked behind her and we both went into the dining room where everyone was seated waiting for...