Adelyn's earlier image flashed through Clara's mind.
She had seen her earlier in the crowd —but when she tried to look again, she couldn't find her. At that time, she had dismissed it as an illusion.
But now …
Hearing her name being called —
Clara could no longer brush it off as a coincidence.
Before she even realized it, she was already walking in that direction.
"Ms. Scott," Maria called out when she noticed, her brows knitted. "It'll be your turn next. Where are you going?"
Clara didn't stop to answer.
Only when she reached the crew staff did she pause.
"Excuse me," she said.
The man looked up and immediately smiled in recognition. "Ms. Scott."
Clara returned the smile, though there was clear urgency in her expression. Her gaze dropped —briefly but deliberately —to the list in his hand.
"Sorry, but could you confirm the name you just called?"
The staff's brows furrowed slightly in confusion, but he didn't question it.
