Chapter 397 The Reveal

• I found myself praying silently that Desmond could bring everything under control, but my prayers probably fell on deafened ears. Instead of Desmond stepping up to the podium, it was my sister who approached it instead.
• "What is she doing?" I asked in a shaky whisper as I felt myself breaking into a cold sweat. It felt like my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as I continued staring in bewilderment and disbelief at my sister, who stood with a beautiful smile behind the podium, the microphone very close to her lips. I turned to stare at Desmond and managed to lock gazes with him. I could tell that he was staring right back at me, and the way he nodded his head reassuringly was supposed to bring me some relief and keep me at ease, but it only made me even more nervous.
• I could tell that everyone in the crowd was staring daggers at my sister, even from where I was standing. It wasn't surprising, considering that everyone thought Diana was me. It felt like tight knots had formed inside me as I waited for my sister to say what she had planned. I thought for a moment that she was going to apologize for what she had done and beg for everyone's forgiveness. I didn't think forgiveness would come so easily or that the people would suddenly find it in them to have mercy on me, but it seemed like the easiest way out. With what I had anticipated, I was all the more surprised when my sister began speaking.