Chapter 138.

Jenna's POV

The young actor, surprisingly agile for someone built like a beanpole, dodged her attack. They grappled for a moment, a comical yet unsettling dance before security finally intervened.

The guards, burly men in black suits, separated the two actors with surprising ease. Brenda, still fuming, was escorted off stage, her emerald gown a trail of fury. The young actor, his face flushed and his shirt askew, looked out at the stunned audience.

"Well," he stammered, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "This isn't exactly how I pictured this going."

The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a wave of nervous laughter. The award show host rushed on stage, his face pale but his voice steady. With a forced smile, he managed to steer the ceremony back on track.

The air should have been buzzing about the spectacle, but rather, it seemed to be fixed on me.

Frustration gnawed at me. The whispers and stares had become undeniable. Something was wrong, something beyond the typ