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.

her

for a brief moment, steadying her nerves before making

into a warm smile as

starts in ten

you, everyone,

going to make

from Mileys renowned agency, were no strangers

signaling a shared confidence in their collective

the audience area, Lindsay returned to

her thoughts, the emcee had already embellished and broadcast

many eyes toward Lindsay, stirring a cocktail of embarrassment and rage within

she eyed the opulent chandelier above, her mind

brilliant lights, with the emcees voice weaving through the crowd, setting the stage for what promised to be an unforgettable

beats of an upbeat pop anthem, marking the commencement

emerged, commanding the

dress caught the light, casting prisms around the room, mesmerizing the audience to the point that it

priced from ten thousand

to quench the audiences thirst for haute

undisputed puppet master, her simple yet stylish suit a stark

the unfolding event with a serene focus, the glow of professionalism and determination reflected in