When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Stellas voice was stern as she added, Use the microphone.

I want everyone to hear it loud and clear.

Hearing this, Lindsays frustration boiled over.

Stella, you cant do this.

It will disgrace Matthew.

Stellas retort was swift and sharp.

Oh? Now you think about Matthews embarrassment? You should have considered the consequences before you acted so impulsively.

Lindsay found herself tongue-tied, utterly confounded by Stellas probing question.

With a smug grin, Doreen wheeled Lindsay forward, offering a word of caution.

Miss Wheeler, you have mobility issues, and the backstage area is a hive of activity right now.

If you were to be jostled, who would take the blame? Much better to enjoy the show from the front, away from the hustle. Fury and frustration boiled within Lindsay as she hissed.

indifferent to her

steadying her nerves before

a warm smile as she greeted

starts

everyone, for

were going to

agency, were no strangers to

were quiet but firm, signaling

the audience area, Lindsay returned to her seat, simmering with

could even gather her thoughts, the emcee had already embellished and

eyes toward Lindsay, stirring a cocktail of

the opulent chandelier above, her mind ticking toward

burst into life beneath the glow of brilliant lights, with the emcees voice weaving through the crowd, setting the stage for what promised

with the thumping beats of an upbeat pop anthem, marking the commencement of a high-energy

emerged, commanding the runway with her

the light, casting prisms around the room, mesmerizing the audience to the point that it was claimed by

from ten

hefty price tags did nothing to

Stella was the undisputed puppet master, her simple yet stylish suit a stark contrast

the glow of professionalism