Selma Payne's POV:
School life was amazing. Honestly, I thought this place was much friendlier than the schools I attended back in the Dark Shadow Pack.
At least no one here would stuff dead rats into my locker because of my unique identity.
"Hey! Selma! There's a rehearsal at the opera club today. We're going to help out. Do you want to come?"
"I saw the poster on the noticeboard. You're going to perform 'the Butterfly Lady'?" I smiled and held their hands. "But it's a pity that I can't go. I have to go for training after school. You know that."
Mara pouted in frustration and shook my arm like a spoiled child. "Didn't you say that you only need to train three times a week? So why don't you free up tonight? I'm begging you, Selma! The props team has made a lot of beautiful costumes and jewelry. It will be a loss for the world if you don't try them on. Come on, come on!"
