Bella said goodbye to Mira near the fountain, her bag slung over her shoulder, her mind already shifting gears. She had dance practice. Aunt Clara had texted her that Samantha was already at the house waiting for her. She hurried across campus, her flats slapping against the pavement, her ponytail bouncing with each step. The driver was waiting at the gates. She slid into the backseat and told him to step on it.
