Chapter 6
Cold.
Bitter.
“How dramatic,” she sneered loudly. “Nice little party trick.”
I stepped off the platform. “Thank you.”
She leaned close enough that only I could hear her.
“You think one song makes you special?”
“No,” I answered calmly. “My contract does.”
Her eyes narrowed sharply.
Before she could respond, an older woman dressed in emerald silk approached us. Mara straightened instantly.
“Professor Albright,” she breathed nervously. “I didn’t realize you had arrived.”
The woman ignored her completely.
Instead, she took both my hands warmly.
“Elena Maris,” she said with a smile. “Royal Meridian’s new soprano. I wondered how long it would take before the world heard you outside the opera house.”
May you like
The bridesmaid’s phone was still recording everything.
Mara’s smile disappeared entirely.
