Angela’s POV
On stage, I steadied myself against the piano, taking a second to gather my emotions. I walked to the center of the stage and bowed alongside the band members, who had helped make my performance happen. Lowe had helped secure them, and they were all professional musicians who were good at what they do. I looked out at the sea of faces. And saw every one of them had tears in their eyes.
“Thank you,” I said softly. My voice held no emotion – neither joy nor sorrow – just making a simple, plain statement to my audience.
The ensuing applause was thunderous, enough to blow the roof off the concert venue. I pulled my gaze away, turned slowly, and walked off the stage with the band. Apart from the crowd, I could feel Jake’s eyes on me. I chalked it up to our matebond. Despite bein
