031 | A New Friendship

Diane’s P.O.V.

“Clariz, you are not going to dance for now. Shiela was absent today, so you will be the one to take her place instead as Aunt Lucy previously instructed,” Martina said while applying her contour makeup. We were currently in the dressing room, and I was wearing my mask. 

“Hmm, is that so? Okay, thanks for informing me then,” I replied without even looking at her.

We were sharing one vast rectangular mirror with sparkling LED lights, so I could still feel that she was somehow glancing at me. In fairness, her tone was not a bit harsh as how she used to speak when talking to me. We were surrounded by scattered sets of different makeup and brushes, as well as glittering shoes and dresses.

Shiela had to be the famous singer in the club, and she used to perform before my every dance number. She was also a part-time student, and we had the s