*Amelia*
I twirl in front of Cory, the soft fabric of my simple but pretty blue dress swirling around me. “Is this good enough, Cory?” I ask, the nerves bubbling just beneath the surface as I prepare for my appearance on 'The very Late Show.'
He looks at me, and a smile breaks across his face. “You look amazing, darling. You’re going to be a smash; I know it.” His words fill me with a flicker of confidence, but the butterflies in my stomach are relentless.
“How much should I do about hair and makeup? I’ve never done something like this before,” I admit, feeling a knot of uncertainty tighten in my chest.
Cory wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer, and kisses me softly. “Don’t worry, baby. They’ll take care of that on set.” His embrace is warm, grounding me for a moment.
“I’m just
