Betty's POV. 

When we reached the meeting place, I got out of the car with Mrs Salome and walked into the hall. 

The rest of the group was already there, chatting and laughing softly as they set things up. It felt good to see them again after everything that had happened.

We spread our materials across the table and began planning and testing our outfit project for the exhibition. 

The room was filled with the sound of scissors, fabric rustling, and quiet laughter. For a while, I almost ...