The dance troupe''s debut performance at the Zion Theatre had been the talk of the town for weeks,


    with tickets selling out almost immediately. Lizetta felt a pang of guilt toward her fellow dancers; just


    yesterday, in Jerome''s office, he had agreed to keep her secret. She was eternally grateful.


    Jerome had said, "Just nail this first performance, and you''ll have paid us back tenfold."


    Lizetta was determined to give it her all, to repay Jerome''s kindness, to show her gratitude to her fellow


    dancers for their understanding, and to do justice to the years of sweat and dedication she had put into


    her craft.


    But as soon as she stepped onto the stage, all those thoughts vanished. She was in her element,


    basking in the limelight she had fought so hard for.


    Under the bright stage lights, she was the center of attention, dancing with grace and agility; her


    movements were fluid and vibrant, and her slight baby bump did not hinder her but added to her allure,


    perfectly embodying the journey of a woman breaking free from a loveless marriage.


    Remington watched her, feeling captivated. He had always known Liz was beautiful, and her dancing


    even more so, but he had never imagined it could be this mesmerizing. Her pregnancy only made her


    appear more radiant and mature, though every leap and twirl had him on edge, his lips pressed tightly


    together in anxiety.


    "Remington, Liz is amazing! Look, there are so many dancers on stage, but everyone''s eyes are on


    her," Ste remarked suddenly, pulling Remington''s attention momentarily away from the stage.


    ncing around, he saw that Ste was right, and he felt an overwhelming urge to rush up there, take


    Liz into his arms, and hide her away from all these prying eyes.


    He frowned, checking his watch. The performance was ny minutes with no intermission, and there


    were still over twenty minutes to go. Time seemed to drag, and he noticed Ste looking pale and


    uneasy. "What''s wrong?" he asked.


    "It''s nothing, just keep watching," Ste replied weakly, but Remington noticed her right hand hidden


    behind her, and her shoulder was stiff.


    He pulled her hand to the front, shocked to see it raw and bleeding terribly.


    "I''m sorry, my amputation site suddenly started hurting a lot. I didn''t want to disturb you or the others,"


    Ste said, trying to hide her pain.


    Without a second thought, Remington took her arm, and they both stood up, making their way out.


    Their sudden departure in the middle of the performance drew many eyes, especially from the stage.


    Lizetta caught a glimpse of them leaving but continued dancing with even more intensity, not looking


    their way again.


    The performance was a triumph, ending to thunderous apuse. Lizetta came off stage to find Jerome


    waiting with a bouquet of flowers, dressed in a formal British tweed three-piece suit, looking every bit


    the distinguished gentleman.


    He handed her the flowers, saying warmly, "Congrattions on a sessful show."


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    "Mr. Madden, the show wasn''t just Liz''s doing. Aren''t you being a bit too obvious with your favoritism,


    boss?"