SERAFINA
I jolted upright as my eyes landed on the time—9:30am.
“s**t,” I muttered as I scrambled out of bed, throwing off the covers and darting into the bathroom.
The show might not start until 5pm, but rehearsals, fittings, and last-minute preparation meant I had to be at the theatre by 11. I couldn't afford to be late.
After a quick shower, I towel-dried my hair and grabbed my phone from the counter where I had left it. Two unread messages were waiting.
The first was from Diana.
Diana: ‘Emergency surgery this morning. I’m so sorry Sera. Break a leg tonight, I’ll be cheering from the hospital.’
The second was from Irina.
Irina: ‘Landing at JFK at 2:15pm. Can't wait to see you. Save me a front-row seat, my favorite diva’.
A small smile tugged at my lips. Leave it to Irina t
