Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

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Molly

Snap. Snap. Fingers clicked inches from my nose.

I blinked.

“Did you hear me, cher?”

The stage manager wore a headset. He blended French and Spanish so frequently it was hard to follow. Although, I learned most citizens of Galona mixed the languages.

I nodded in a fog. “Yes.”

Brooklyn poked me in the ribs. “He’s trying to tell us how it works.”

I realized his purpose, only I couldn’t believe I was going along with this.

“I-I don’t know about this.” I fidgeted in line in front of my best friend.

“Smile and have fun,” she instructed. “This is a once in a lifetime chance. Bucket list, remember?”

I twisted my lips together. “Right. The Galona bucket list.”

The short wiry man had moved on to the girls behind us. I heard his sharp voice instructing them to follow an order of events.

“I don’t think I can do it.” I shook my head. “I’m going to head back to the apartment. Ok?”

Brooklyn caught my shoulders. “No, you’re not. Until tonight I thought this place was an urban legend. But it’s not. It’s real, Molly. You can’t just walk out on this chance. It’s legendary.”

I nodded. “I can. I’ll tear up the contract on my way out.”

She frowned. “I’m not going to let you do that. There is an excellent chance on the other side of that curtain there’s a member of the royal family.” She was getting caught up in her fantasy again. “And you are guaranteed whether he’s royalty or not that he’s going to be a multi-millionaire. An oil tycoon. A wine baron. A celebrity. It’s going to be a celebrity. I just have this feeling.” Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement.

I knew mine didn’t look like that. My stomach flipped itself into one more knot. It was not an adrenaline rush. I was on the verge of panic. I sucked air through my nostrils.

“I’m going to be sick. I can’t do it. I have to get out of here.”

I pivoted on my heels and bolted for the back exit, but ran square into the tiny man with the headset. I heard someone call him Luc. Nametags probably weren’t permitted in a place that existed on its secrecy.

“No, no, cherie. This way.” He jerked me back to the line and shoved me forward.

Brooklyn giggled. “It’s going to be awesome. I promise. It’s guaranteed.”

“I-I changed my mind,” I tried to explain. “You’re going to have to do it without me.”

But it was too late. The line had lurched forward, carrying me with it. Two more steps and I was on stage.

I squinted as the spotlight smacked me in the face.

“Smile,” Brooklyn whispered behind me, prodding me forward. “Look natural. And blink, damn it.”

My feet felt clunky and unbalanced as I inched across the stage. I didn’t know whether to meet the audience head on or pretend they weren’t there. I dared a glance, but the lights were too bright. The faces were dark, blanketed in splotchy shadows.

I followed the brunette in front of me. Her hair was styled with tight ringlets that bounced when she walked. They weren’t the only thing bouncing. She was practically falling out of her top. I guessed she was using dress tape to keep herself tucked in. I knew my outfit didn’t wow the audience. A fitted denim skirt, topped by a soft white T-shirt. Brooklyn said it looked sweet, but I knew she wanted me to change. I stood next to the brunette as we formed a single row against the curtain.

Brooklyn whispered in my ear. “We’re actually doing this. We’re in The Titan.”

I wished I had some of her giddiness instead of the nausea that attacked me in prickly waves. My palms were sticky.