Love Me Like A Champion
She turned toward the door, ready to step back into the hall, when Phoebe spoke again.
“You know,” Phoebe said, leaning lazily against the stall door, “Illuminati is real and Wendy looks like it.”
Daisy laughed softly. “Seriously. They’re so rich, talented and famous.”
Wendy’s hands shook as she opened the door, stepping out into the restroom’s fluorescent light. Her face, tear streaked and pale, mirrored the scandal that had followed her all day.
Phoebe and Daisy took a step back, shocked to see her.