Chapter 35

• "Wishful thinking? Me?"
• Liza hadn't expected to hear such a remark the moment she stepped backstage. Folding her arms casually, she fixed her gaze on the girl who had just spoken, a faint but pointed smile gracing her lips.
• The girl's confidence faltered instantly. Memories of their earlier backstage encounter seemed to resurface in her mind. Without saying another word, she stepped back into the crowd, hoping to disappear from Liza's sharp eyes.