Evelyn’s POV
I was still in a daze as I was escorted to the dressing room to get ready. My brain felt completely blank.
I was about to go on Ora Spelman’s show.Five billion people would be watching me tonight.
This was my chance to clear up all the misunderstandings, but what if—just what if—I said the wrong thing? I could end up looking like a complete i***t, which honestly sounded worse than them thinking I was a cold-hearted b***h.
There’d be clips of me screwing up going viral, turned into memes for everyone to laugh at…
A shiver ran down my spine, and I groaned.
“What’s with the heavy sweat dear? Are you nervous?”
My makeup artist was a stylish guy with quick, skillful hands. He massaged my face while 5 of his assistants to do my hair, nails, and everything else. Even when I w
