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.”

nod to Violet, she said, “Here goes

be the one saying

get ‘em, Quinn. You’re gonna kill

of her elegant dress, Quintessa

puffed out, Quinn walked onto what

was truly beginning

media frenzy into something resembling a fan meet–and–greet; the atmosphere was buzzing

will our leading lady be? The reveal is just moments

suddenly, the stage darkened and the lights danced mysteriously. Quintessa was seated on a throne–like

gasps of awe. Then, as if on cue, Director Cooper and the

in theirs

turned, every light and camera in

unveiling a masterpiece, and in that

them

a simple yet elegant black dress with just a hint of shoulder; with

as Director Cooper had once remarked, was aggressive,

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