Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20190928231758/@comment-38868122-20190928234547

Arlette panics, turning corner after corner and not getting anywhere, but then she hears Charlie's voice calling for her and sighs in relief. "Charlie!" She cries out, stumbling over the long fabric of her dress- she'd found it in the cupboard of her froster session room, where her teacher had let her store it in preperation for the dance. "Keep shouting, I'll follow your voice!"