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 anger, continued to guide the wheelchair

steadying her nerves before making

melted into a warm smile

starts in

everyone,

to make this

all from Mileys renowned agency, were no

firm, signaling

returned to her

even gather her thoughts, the emcee had already embellished and broadcast Stellas words to the audience, sparking a wave of

drew many eyes toward Lindsay, stirring a cocktail of

gaze of the crowd, she eyed the opulent chandelier above, her mind ticking toward

brilliant lights, with the emcees voice weaving through the crowd, setting the stage for what promised

faded, the space filled with the thumping beats of an upbeat pop anthem, marking the commencement of a

emerged, commanding the

point that it was

epitome of accessible luxury, were priced from ten thousand upward,

price tags did nothing to quench the audiences thirst

was the undisputed puppet master, her simple yet stylish

focus, the glow of professionalism and