She walked toward the makeup room not far away, and immediately, arguing voices followed.
Wyatt Hale had never liked to watch the excitement, and since these girls looked only about seventeen or eighteen years old, it was nothing but children making noise; however, he had to pass through the makeup room on his way to the theater.
"…Zoe Bell, what gives you the right to say that the shoes were my doing!"
"Right before the show, you were the only one drinking coffee!"
"That could have been someone else pouring their coffee into mine, what makes you think it was me!"
Wyatt Hale had always had a good memory.
That voice was the same one that had been harsh before, calling someone a "missy who doesn't eat a commoner's meal."
The girl seemed aggrieved, "Teacher, look at Zoe Bell; she has no evidence, yet she slanders me."
