Kira stepped out of the bathroom stall, her legs feeling like lead. Every step back towards the backstage area was a struggle against the heat still burning under her skin.
She needed to find Jessica. She needed to find a way to stop the bleeding of this event before there was no one left in the hall.
However, as she pushed through the curtains of the backstage vanity room, she stopped dead in her tracks.
Sandra was there. She was leaning casually against the vanity, her arms crossed over the front of a flashy designer dress. She was staring at her own reflection, but her eyes shifted the moment Kira entered.
A smug smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched Kira through the mirror.
"Hello, Your Highness," Sandra said. Her voice carried that particular lilt, friendly on the surface and mocking underneath. "Everything alright? You look a bit… pale."
