A GLANCE TO THE NEXT TABLE

(CLOE'S POV)

The rehearsal had already started, and I just make sure to got my eyes fixed on Atara. Anyway, it wasn't her part yet; besides, she couldn't do it without Ziggy. My feet are starting to numb from standing steadily behind those looker-on crowd while patiently waiting to see Ziggy and hoping to have a word with him.

A while later, as I glanced at the gym entrance, my heart skips a bit upon seeing Ziggy, who strutted right through the door catching every girl's attention as he passed by. With his stance, while wearing his usual white shirt and black sunglasses, he looks more handsome, especially every time he flips back his grown shiny black hair. And I missed him so much.