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.

you wait! Doreen, indifferent to her

a brief moment, steadying her nerves before making

a warm smile as she

show starts in ten

everyone, for pushing

to make this

models, all from Mileys renowned agency,

were quiet but firm, signaling a

returned to her seat,

already embellished and broadcast Stellas words to

toward Lindsay, stirring a cocktail of embarrassment and rage

crowd, she eyed the opulent chandelier above,

emcees voice weaving through the crowd, setting the stage

with the thumping beats of an upbeat pop anthem, marking the commencement of

emerged, commanding the runway with her grace and

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

creations, touted as the epitome of accessible luxury, were priced from ten

tags did nothing to quench the audiences thirst for haute

puppet master, her simple yet stylish suit a stark contrast to the dazzling spectacle

a serene focus, the glow of