Betty's POV. 

Then, Mr Mason drove me back to the hostel and waved a warm goodbye with a reassuring smile. I waved back, watching the car fade down the street before turning toward the hostel.

Inside, the hallway lights were dim, and the quiet hum of the ceiling fans filled the air. 

I found Megan sitting cross-legged on her bed, a few sheets of paper scattered around her. 

She was murmuring lines under her breath, clearly rehearsing for tomorrow’s exhibition. Her brows were slightly ...