Callie's POV"Two minutes, Ms. Dawson."The stage manager did not look at me. He looked at his clipboard.I stood in the wings with my arms crossed over my chest. The gown was not the one I had held in my hands. Somewhere between the box and the dressing room, it had been shortened. A black silk slip with straps thinner than a ribbon and a hem that stopped high on my thigh. A note pinned inside the sleeve said, *Vanessa says no alterations.*I had not been given another choice."I cannot go out like this," I whispered."There is no other dress.""There is my coat.""Madam said no coat."I looked down at my bare arms. My bare back. My hands were shaking so hard the silk trembled.Through the gap in the curtain I could see the room. Three hundred guests in jewels and black ties, laughing over wine. A chandelier burning gold. And at the front table, directly below the stage, three chairs.Derek in a dark suit. Vanessa in red, one hand resting on his arm. Between them sat Noah, holding a
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