Rewriting My Heart's Fate

After hanging up the phone, it hit me. "Oh no, we're going to stick out like a sore thumb sneaking into a hotel in evening gowns at this time of night. If anyone connects us to the crime scene, we're screwed!"

Madison got the gravity of the situation, too. Her face went pale. "What now? We can't actually avoid calling the police, can we?"

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. "Alright, here's the plan. First, we ditch these outfits so we don't stand out. Then, we find a spot to lay low and wait for the police, so no one sees us."

Madison nodded.

We rushed to the hotel restroom, changed out of our gowns, and stuffed them into our bags. Then, we grabbed a couple of casual outfits from the hotel gift shop. Only then did we sigh in relief.

"What now?" Madison asked. "We can't just waltz back to the lobby and wait."

I glanced around and spotted a stairwell tucked away in the corner. "Let's hide in there. No one usually goes to places like that."

We rushed into the stairwell, slipped inside, and pressed ourselves against the wall, still shaken.

"I never thought the night would go like this," Madison muttered. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have gone to that stupid charity gala."

coming?" I forced a bitter smile. "But this might be tied to Ethan and

way, how'd you handle that masked person back there? Do you know some kind of fighting skills or

or two," I said with a small laugh, avoiding

couldn't beat you in

grinned. "And you didn't? You called in a whole bunch of jerks who

all of a sudden, the stairwell door burst open. Madison and I

hat. We couldn't make

stairs, his eyes scanning the area until they landed on

you two doing lurking around here? Are you actually reporters?" he asked

hiding out and

He walked right up to us. We shrank back, only

when we thought

the gay suddenly stopped,

muffled groan, and

trembled as though

this guy suddenly crying? He