The changing room was just as I remembered it—brightly lit, with large mirrors lining the walls and rows of lockers that bore the signs of years of use. The scent of various perfumes mingled in the air, creating a unique aroma that was oddly comforting.
It felt like returning to a familiar sanctuary. Girls were scattered around the room, some chatting animatedly, others focusing on getting changed. The atmosphere was a blend of excitement and nervous energy, a common vibe before a big practice session.
As I made my way to my locker, I noticed Chloe hovering behind me, trying to use my body as a shield. Her antics were so obvious and exaggerated that I couldn't help but laugh. "Chloe, what on earth are you doing?" I asked, barely able to keep a straight face.
Chloe peeked out from behind me, her expression a mix of embarrassment and determination. "Elena, I ate so much during vacation. Look at this belly! I can't let anyone see it!"
