He was right there in the front row, eyes red, staring like he thought I'd vanish if he blinked. My heart pounded, but I tore my gaze away, keeping my face calm as I left the stage. I never expected to see him here.
Backstage, I was wiping off my makeup when a soft knock came at the dressing room door. "Come in," I said, not looking up.
The door opened, and a familiar scent hit me. My fingers froze. In the mirror, I saw Julian standing there, clutching a huge bouquet of white roses, his eyes heavy with emotion. "Sophia? It's really you," he said, voice trembling.
I turned slowly, face blank. "You've got the wrong she-wolf, sir."
He stepped closer, eyes glistening. "I'd know you anywhere, Sophia."
I stayed quiet for a moment, then dropped the act. "It's me. So what?"
Tears spilled dow
