"What the fuck? Is that Zoe's mom?" Stephanie Wright asked, with sudden surprise.
Athena DeVries turned and looked, then her mouth dropped open. It was Zoe's mom ... except, she looked like a Goth. Athena recognized those clothes: a fishnet shirt underneath a frayed black T-shirt, black leather miniskirt, torn fishnet stockings, and black knee-high buckled boots with three-inch stacks. They belonged to Zoe. Why was Zoe's mom wearing her daughter's clothes?
They watched as Zoe's mom surveyed the club. But unlike previously when she looked at it with disdain, this time, she looked pleased to be there.
Her eyes slowly looked around the room, like she was searching for something ... or someone. Could she be looking for Zoe? As far as Athena knew, her friend wasn't there. She had tried calling her earlier, but she got no answer. So she could be anywhere. However, she didn't think she was at the club. She'd know it.
Suddenly, Zoe's mom stopped looking around. She had found what she was looking for. Athena followed her gaze to ...
