18 Chapter 18

It took Genevieve a while to come down from her sudden alertness, when she registered the knocks on the door. The idea that she had spent an unhealthy amount of time in the restroom of a soirée venue suddenly crossed her mind. There might be someone waiting outside impatiently, with their bladder holding the urine in while she glared at a mirror. After all, people use a bathroom for reasons other than moping.

She ditched her position in front of the sink and strolled over to the wooden door. Upon unlocking it, Genevieve walked back to her designated spot. Her hands reached upwards to casually fix her hairstyle, and she unconsciously wondered about who it was that disturbed her mental breakdown.