Chapter 153 Wake Up, Night Dwellers!

• A week after the attack, I had been out of the hospital for a couple days and was fully recovered from the silver poisoning. Andrew had wanted to cancel all our commitments for a few more days—even the coronation—but I insisted that I could handle anything that he threw at me. Unfortunately, I forgot that that meant an appearance on the popular late-night show Wake Up, Night Dwellers!
• Regardless, I insisted that we keep our commitments, and I soon found myself sitting next to Andrew on a couch in front of an overly enthusiastic studio audience. On the other side of Andrew, behind an oak desk, sat the flamboyant host of Wake Up, Night Dwellers!, Caesar Flare.
• With slicked back, dark red hair, an immaculate spray tan, and a crimson three-piece suit to match, Caesar was intimidating force to face. Even his sparkling, pure white smile gave me chills. Yet I made myself look at him straight on as he introduced us to his audience.