My Darling Superstar
She adjusted her coat, sat up straight, and crossed her legs with the grace of someone who knew she didn’t belong—but dared anyone to say it.
She was the white swan in a sea of screaming fans.
The emcee’s voice boomed through the speakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the stars of The Last Ember—Charles Adam and Margeaux Shell!”
The crowd erupted.
Charles stepped onto the stage, dressed in a sleek charcoal suit, his hair perfectly tousled, his smile camera-ready. Margeaux clung to his arm, radiant in a gold dress, waving sweetly like she was born in the spotlight.