?<strong>Chapter 1015:</strong>


    Fiona scanned the crowd but noticed Elyse was still absent. She suspected that Darren hadn’t realized Elyse wasn’t there yet, but she chose not to mention it. She said, “That’s great to hear! I’ll be cheering for all of you. Just give it your best during the performance.”


    Quinn trailed behind Darren and Edward as they made their way to the dressing room. Over the course of rehearsals, Fiona had grown so ustomed to theyout of the concert hall that she could wander its corridors without a second nce from anyone.


    She roamed aimlessly for a while, asionally checking her watch, wondering when the orchestra would notice that Elyse was missing.


    As Fiona passed one of the dressing rooms, she caught a fleeting glimpse of someone’s back—Elyse’s unmistakable silhouette. Startled, she whipped her head around to get a better look, but the door had already swung shut.


    “Am I just seeing things? Kaelyn said Elyse had already been confined. There’s no way she could be here at the concert hall,” Fiona whispered under her breath, clutching her clothes tightly, trying desperately to believe her words.


    She tried to calm the panic rising in her chest and convinced herself not to dig any deeper. After lingering backstage for a bit longer, she finally made her way into the audience, slipping into an empty seat.


    Twenty minutester, the concert officially kicked off, with Quinn, who had tied for third ce, taking the stage for the opening performance. Fiona kept her eyes on Quinn, but her interest quickly waned.


    She stifled a yawn, already feeling the weight of boredom settle in.


    Darren, Geraldine, and Edward followed after Quinn, each performing their pieces wlessly. Then came the moment Fiona had been waiting for: the final performance, the one Elyse was supposed to perform. Fiona knew Elyse wouldn’t be showing up; she was just waiting for the host to announce the inevitable cancetion.


    But the moment reality hit, it hit hard. To her horror, her sworn enemy, Elyse, walked onto the stage, draped in a breathtaking gown. The audience erupted in cheers as Elyse began to y her piece.


    Fiona shot out of her seat, her pulse racing. Without a second thought, she bolted backstage. Quinn, who was waiting for the ensemble performance, spotted her rushing over. “What are you doing back here? Aren’t you watching the performance among the audience?”


    Fiona stormed past Quinn, her eyes fixated on the stage wings, desperate to confirm it was really Elyse ying. Anger and confusion churned inside her, leaving her lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Quinn, sensing something was seriously off, followed after her. “Fiona, what’s going on?”


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