It seems like the main events of the past will still happen in the present – in one way or another.
Before Winter knew it, Bianca already had her cornered. She invited her friends over at her table, and with that, they completely surrounded her – the same seating arrangement, same meaningful expressions, and same approach as she recalled. It's the same game. The only difference is that they're the ones who joined her instead of the other way around.
"Do you have a moment, little sis? I want to introduce my friends to you," Bianca started, settling down on the seat beside her.
"Of course, big sister. It's my pleasure to meet your friends," Winter replied, forcing out a smile.
There's no escaping this.
Just when she thought she wouldn't have to deal with her army of skanks today, they already marched on and instigated the attack. Now, she feels like she's being held captive. Gathered around her are these dazzling, shiny plastics.
