Chapter 802
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Their seats were strategically placed at the end of the T-shaped runway, a prime viewing location. The stage rose about a meter off the ground, and anticipating fan engagement, the organizers had installed two staircases, one on each side of the extension.
Clutching a bouquet tightly in her hands, Rosie spotted one of the staircases and started toward it. But as soon as she neared the base, two security guards stepped in and blocked her path.
Rosie blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected anyone to be watching over the stairs.
Dalton stood on stage, pouring every ounce of emotion into the song. His voice rose powerfully. Behind him, the backup dancers glided across the stage with flawless precision, inching closer to the runway extension. They were about to approach where Rosie stood. Her chest tightened. The moment she’d spent days planning was slipping through her fingers. Every second mattered. But now, with the security guards blocking her path, her whole plan was falling apart.
“I’m Dalton’s sister. I’m just here to give him flowers,” Rosie said quickly. But the security guards remained unmoved. Their job was to ensure no one disrupted the performance.
“Sorry, ma’am. Please step back,” one of them said firmly. The security guards knew the concert schedule inside out. They were fully aware that flowers were part of the program, but the person giving them and the timing had been carefully arranged. Letting just anyone walk up on stage would throw everything into chaos.
“I’m really his sister! Just let me through!” Rosie raised her voice, watching Dalton approach with the dancers. She was running out of time. Still, she reminded herself—this didn’t have to be exact. As long as she got on stage before the concert ended, she could still make it work.
“I need you to cooperate, ma’am. You’re not allowed to go up the stage from here.” The guard didn’t budge.
Just then, Brenna appeared, gliding up the stage steps with perfect poise. She also held a bouquet. She reached Dalton, who greeted her with a warm smile, accepting the flowers and giving her a hug. “Thank you,” he said loudly enough for the audience to hear.
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As planned, Brenna turned and struck a quick pose beside him as a nearby photographer snapped nine clean shots of Dalton and her together in seconds. Employees of Brenna’s company, seated throughout the audience, captured the moment eagerly with their phones.
Dalton stuck to the plan. He had no intention of acknowledging their connection, acting like Brenna was just a stranger. With a polite smile, he asked, “Miss, is there something you’d like to say?”
“Congratulations on your first concert!” Brenna said loudly, beaming.
“Thank you,” Dalton replied as the crowd erupted into applause. Brenna stepped down gracefully.
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