“Do the scene again,” director Truman sighed in frustration.
“Sorry, director,” I apologized, stepping forward on the stage. We were now rehearsing at the church, opening night only a few days away. A few times, I’d noticed Ezra staring down at us from the top balcony observing us. Observing me. I’d been keeping my distance since that night, refusing him. “I--”
The director shook his head. “Not you, Lilah. You were perfect as always.” He cut his eyes to Hazel beside me who flinched, looking down in shame. “Once again, Hazel, you missed your cue.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked away from her. “You know what? Let’s just have a fifteen-minute break. Miss Hazel, please go over your lines correctly.”
With his back turned, Hazel glared at me before stomping off to the back. Lately
