ELARA~
Michael Whitmore had reached out to Ernest, requesting to free my schedule for a talk with the detective again.
I hadn't really thought about what he said the last time.
Anything strange about Isla Matthews? You don't seem to trust her, do you?
I wasn't going to let his words eat at me. After yesterday's talk with Ernest, I'd begun looking at Isla differently.
Despite her controlling, annoying attitude, I still trusted her—
Two claps drew me out of my thoughts. Carson stood above me. I was seated in a far corner of the dance room resting. Having two major shows at a go was really exhausting. And these new steps he just kept adding felt targeted.
"Break's over, dear. And right now—" he turned to the others, gradually raising his voice. "Today's Thursday, and you'd have the rest of the week to yourselves. So let's take it one more time from the top. Like this is the real show."
