Chapter Eighteen
Rémy
“You were magnificent!” Angela exclaimed, throwing her arms around my shoulders. I winced, not because she had touched me, but because of the other performers crammed into my dressing room. A few of them glanced down at the floor. If they were pissed at being left out, I couldn’t blame them.
“Thank you.” I murmured, then backed away from the HR manager. “The entire cast made this the most memorable Cosi Fan Tutte I’ve ever performed in. Cheers!” I lifted the champagne glass from the makeup counter and brought it to my lips, then set it down again without drinking any of it. Gray was across the room typing into his phone while the stage director Peter yammered away in his ear, most likely giving him notes about my performance which I would read in the morning.
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