When Joshua heard about Stella's competition, he insisted on coming to watch—no matter what.

Neither Stella nor Abby could dissuade him, so they gave in and let him tag along.

Fortunately, Neville had arranged for plenty of bodyguards, ensuring Joshua's safety was never in question.

The competition itself proceeded in an orderly fashion.

Most of the contestants performed with their usual confidence and consistency.

Only Felipa seemed shaken, making mistake after mistake.

When it was over, Felipa faced the host's interview, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I just... wasn't myself today. That's why I made so many mistakes..."

She didn't play up her misfortune or mention the circumstances that had dragged her down. After all, repeating the same woes too many times only breeds resentment.

Felipa's almost-confessional restraint, her reluctance to say more, left the audience's imagination running wild.

People began to wonder: Was it Stella's presence that had rattled her so badly?

Stella, for her part, remained entirely unfazed.

When her turn came, there was a brief, heavy silence in the auditorium.

started to boo. The sound caught on, growing louder, until the entire hall seemed to erupt in

voice rang out—“Get off the stage!"—and suddenly

at Stella,

out of here! You're not

watch the likes

shouldn't even be

was so intense

the judges,

live, and viewership online soared past

minutes, the audience

Stella's mere existence had ignited a

know the backstory might have thought she'd committed

utterly out of

crowd. But every attempt was drowned out by shouts and jeers, and he

signaled the host to hand

then reluctantly handed

the crowd

at the chaos, Stella spoke in a calm,

you want

chorus erupted: “We all want you

even flinch. Instead, she smiled. “Alright then. But before I go, I'd like those

froze as if someone had

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