“Ivana,” I called out her name and stretched my hand to touch her shoulder, but her cold gaze made me withdraw my hands. “Are you okay?” I asked her and she didn’t respond. “About what you saw at the practice room…”

“Move,” She cuts me off coldly. “I have other things to do.” She turned to walk away but I held her back. “Let go of me.” I have searched for her for quite a long time to let her go just like this.

“My mother needs you back home immediately,” Ivana looked up at me like I was telling another one of my lies, I know I had told...