Chapter 389

Chapter 389:
“Serena, crush it out there! I’ve got your back!” he hollered, his voice echoing off the high backstage ceiling.
Trailing just behind, Adriana rolled her eyes and promptly reached over to twist her brother’s ear.
“Can you not? Don’t startle her before she goes on stage,” she groaned, barely suppressing her own exasperation at his theatrics.
Meanwhile, Myron trailed after them, giving Millie a warm nod and an easy smile when their eyes met.
Adriana’s voice softened as she turned to Millie. “We debated coming back here, honestly. People love to talk, you know. But Jayceon’s been a huge fan, and the public already knows that, so it’s not exactly a secret. We figured, why not?”
Jayceon bobbed his head in agreement, grinning.
True to form, Myron stayed mostly in the background, his expression quietly supportive, eyes shining with quiet amusement.
Millie glanced at the three of them, a flicker of envy stirring at the effortless closeness of the Elliott family.
Even Barbara, who typically kept her distance, lingered nearby, visibly admiring their camaraderie. As Charles’ assistant, she understood all too well the undercurrents of conflict that ran through the Evans family.
Millie felt immune to rumors and unfazed by the noisy protest outside. What truly mattered were the people willing to stand beside her now—she cherished them all the more for it.
Though the Elliott family already knew the truth, Millie’s chest tightened with gratitude.
A genuine smile spread across her face as she stood. “Thank you,” she said, her voice steady, her eyes alight.
Adriana’s lips curved into an easy smile, her eyes lighting with unspoken understanding as she met Millie’s gaze.
“We can’t wait to see what you’ll do out there tonight,” Myron offered, his tone gentle but sincere.
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Millie hesitated briefly, then returned a polite nod, her expression softening. Adriana shot Myron a playful look before turning to Millie. “We’ll go grab our seats. Don’t keep us waiting too long,” she teased.
Millie smiled, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “I’ll do my best,” she promised, a spark of warmth in her eyes.
As soon as the Elliott siblings disappeared down the hallway, the mood backstage subtly shifted. The once chilly staff now greeted Barbara’s questions with a hint of warmth, their attitudes less frosty than before.
It was clear—the Elliott name carried weight, and their support meant something, even if few backstage truly believed Serena could win.
And even if she somehow did win, in their eyes, her reputation had long been ruined. The Elliott family’s appearance seemed less about support and more a reflection of Jayceon’s open admiration for Serena—or perhaps a curiosity to see if her talent could eclipse the taint of scandal.
As the Elliott family made their exit, the remaining contestants and the judges trickled in, almost every one deliberately steering clear of Millie.
She noticed their avoidance but simply brushed it off.
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