#Chapter 154: The Show Must Go On

Abby The stage lights feel even more blinding now from the tears in my eyes. A makeup artist darts around, dabbing my face with powder to cover the streaks from crying. In more ways than one, I’m glad this hell is almost over; right now, I’m just looking forward to getting this damn makeup off. Finally, the director counts down from three, and it feels as though we’ve done this a million times before. The crowd cheers, the music plays, the announcer struts across the stage. And me? I’m standing here like a statue, my smile just as fake as my manicured eyelashes. Daniel stands next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and I can feel the hatred emanating off of him. He stands tall and proud, the perfect picture of arrogance. He doesn’t say a word to me, because he doesn’t need to. He already said everything he needed to say earlier. He got his digs in, made his sharp words stab me to my core. There’s no point now. I can sense the satisfaction coursing through his veins as he stand