Cinderella My Ass
Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons.
"Are your parents asleep?" Midnight asked. After what happened yesterday, it would be a nightmare if her father abruptly kicked his way into the room, only to find it empty, his daughter missing. Forget the sword, he might pull out a shotgun immediately. It wouldn't be much of a surprise.
"They go to bed early on Sundays."
Yet, Midnight wasn't assured. Rolling her eyes, Ryder was forced to go check on her parents first before going back to her room.