Chapter 152

Backstage, Violet was a bundle of nerves as she tried to soothe Quintessa. “Don’t be jittery, Quinn. Once you’re out there, just flash that gorgeous smile of yours. Be confident in your looks; you’re stunning. I’ve briefed you on the possible questions the press might ask, just stick to our script.”

Quintessa glanced at her reflection, her red lips curling into a smile. “What’s there to be nervous about? I’ve waited so long for this moment, and it’s finally here. I’m more excited than anything. You, on the other

hand, might want to dab that sweat off your forehead

With a start, Violet touched her forehead and found it drenched. “I guess I’m just sweating bullets for you. You’ve never faced the press formally before, and here you are, about to dive into the deep end. And I can’t be up there with you.”

Quintessa gave her a serious look. “When have you ever known me to be scared?”

Violet shook her head; having known Quinn for two years, she’d come to realize that there was a vitality in her, an indomitable spirit that seemed to rise even stronger when faced with adversity.

There was a knock at the door and an urgent voice followed: “Ms. Young, it’s showtime.”

stood up, and with a nod to

the one

get ‘em, Quinn. You’re gonna kill

lift of her elegant

out, Quinn walked onto what was to become

truly beginning at this

a pro, turning the media frenzy into something resembling a fan meet–and–greet; the atmosphere

our leading lady be? The reveal is just

lights danced mysteriously. Quintessa was seated on a throne–like chair, suspended by steel

if on cue, Director

lightly in theirs and stood up slowly.

she turned, every light and camera in the place

like unveiling a masterpiece, and

the crowd; many of them were so captivated

in a simple yet elegant black dress with just a hint of shoulder; with her fair skin glowing and her wavy hair

once remarked, was aggressive, impossible to

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