Isla POV

I arrived at the bar address Carmilla sent me. I dressed in a simple shirt and skirt, my hair tied in a messy bun, wearing the new glasses Lucian had given me.

I sighed, nervous to enter, but soon stepped inside after I showed my ID.

Once inside, I was immediately overwhelmed by the chatter and noise, people all around. I scanned the room, searching for the group.

I finally spotted them by the corner, drinks on the table.

Carmilla waved at me. "Isla, over here!"

I waved back shyly and approached. My gaze scanned the others. Some of them seemed confused by my arrival. Eyes narrowed. Confused....