"Hey… hey!" the girl in the green dress called out, her voice shaking now as she crouched beside Isabella and gently shook her shoulder. At first, she thought Isabella was just being dramatic but then she saw her face.
Isabella's eyes were shut, her skin had gone unusually pale, and her chest wasn't rising.
"Wait—she's not breathing," the girl whispered, panic rising in her voice.
The laughter stopped.
The music still played faintly in the background, but the mood shifted like ice cracking underfoot.
"What do you mean she's not breathing?" someone asked, stepping closer.
"I said she's not—she's—" the girl stuttered, pressing her fingers against Isabella's neck in a clumsy attempt to check her pulse. "SOMEONE CALL HIM—CALL LEO!!"
Her shout made several heads turn. Alexa froze, the smug look wiped clean off her face. Zion stood up from his seats, expressions hardening, while Casper tossed aside his drink and ran over.
