114: Confessional Stage

Fenella’s POV I stepped onto the stage with a pounding heart. My hands trembled as I reached for the microphone hanging on its stand. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Amy looked annoyed. I could also see hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at me under the bright lights. "Hey, everyone. I'm Fenella Baxter," I said nervously. Suddenly, the spotlight moved, this time illuminating Laird. Now I could see him clearly from the stage. His gaze outshone all other gazes, and for me, there was nothing more important than him at that moment. "Hi, Laird. You must be wondering why I'm here. Surprise!" I laughed nervously, but no one else joined in. "Uh, okay." I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I gazed thoughtfully at Laird, who was also looking back at me from the front of the stage. "I'm so glad to be with you, Laird. Since childhood, we've always been together in Boston. We were always together throughout elementary school, and I consider those times to be very memorable." I chuckle