Just then, the doorbell rang.

Stacey got up and strolled casually to the door. “Who’s there?” she called out.

When she opened it, her face went stone-cold. There stood Bianca!

“What... What are you doing here?” Stacey blurted, guilt flashing across her face, though she tried to maintain her composure.

“I came to see you. Aren’t you going to let me in?” Bianca asked with a calm, friendly smile, showing no signs of recent troubles.

Stacey eyed Bianca warily, unable to shake the ...