"Didn't I tell you about tonight's art exhibition and not going back to dinner?"

"I know. where you are now."

I said impatiently: "Of course, in the exhibition!"

"Look at the door."

Irene Nadine's pov

I looked up inexplicably, stood on tiptoe, and looked at the door. Immediately, I saw Ryan Campbell, who was half a head taller in the crowd. He was followed by Jeffrey Scott. He didn't talk to the people around me, and focused on calling me, looking around as if looking for me.

Instead, I hid in the dark: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I come? Where are you hiding? Don't come out to serve...