“Rosemary, wait a moment.”

Adrian caught up with her in the backstage room, just as the audience’s applause finally began to fade. Rosemary was still struggling to steady her breath, her eyes red from holding back tears.

“I don’t have time for you, Adrian.” She set the design folder down on the table, her voice cold. “Tonight isn’t about you. It’s about me—finally being able to stand again.”

Adrian fell silent, then stepped closer. “I know. And I’m proud of you, Rose. You… you’re stronger than I ever imagined.”

Rosemary turned sharply, her eyes flashing. “Don’t try to be sweet with me now. After all the wounds you left, those...