The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

If she messed up her performance tonight, there'd be no denying Stella simply

wasn't good enough.

But...

It seemed the Williams family would also be attending the gala.

Mr. Burton still had no idea that Stella was actually the Williams family's long-lost daughter.

And how would the Williamses react, seeing the daughter they'd cast out of their home-not only not living in disgrace, but thriving, stealing the spotlight? She wondered what kind of expressions would cross their faces.

Unlike Stella and Abby Murphy, who were in the dark about the details of tonight's performance, Neville knew exactly what was going on. As soon as he learned the performance schedule, he'd asked Mr. Burton for an invitation-making sure there'd be no repeat of the awkward scene from earlier.

Just as Neville left the group, someone spotted him, eyes lighting up with recognition. The man strode over, full of enthusiasm.

"Mr. Connolly! I didn't expect to run into you here!"

Stella glanced over and immediately recognized one of Neville's business partners.

She excused herself. "Mr. Connolly, go ahead and handle your business. I need to get backstage and prepare."

Neville nodded lightly. "I'll come find you all in a bit. If anything comes up, call me."

"Will do."

the hallway leading

an hour left until the

the corridor was quiet and almost

nearby, she could faintly hear Marvin

felt a stab of worry. Antoney Watson had seemed distracted lately, and she doubted it was all

and Antoney had grown up together-she'd always seen him as an older brother, someone far dearer to her

in her thoughts, Stella rounded a corner and accidentally bumped

She instinctively apologized. "Sorry."

person didn't say a

tension settled in the

something was off,

were dark and deep-set, his nose straight and prominent. A. diamond stud gleamed in his ear under

Stella's pupils contracted sharply.

if it were reduced

before her was

sought her out

e her endlessly.

growing

too, looked surprised to see