Isabella, still shaken from the unexpected blow, sat in the changing room nursing her nose, her tears mixing with the ice pack pressed against her injury. When the door creaked open, she instinctively snapped, "Go away," her voice muffled by the ice.
To her surprise, Zoey, Sophia's manager, entered, offering a peace offering in the form of an ice pack. Isabella eyed her warily, not sure what to expect. Zoey, seemingly unfazed by Isabella's hostility, explained her presence. "I come in peace," she began, her tone neutral.
Suspicious but intrigued, Isabella listened as Zoey shared her observations of the scene that had just unfolded. "Elara was wrong for that," Zoey remarked, her expression sympathetic. Isabella's anger flared anew at the mention of Elara's name. "That witch did it on purpose," she spat, her resentment evident.
