Chapter 32

Megan’s POV

The sleek town car pulled up to the curb with a purr, the tinted windows revealing nothing of its opulent interior.

I took a deep, steadying breath, steeling myself against the coming onslaught of spectacle and scrutiny.

"Break a leg out there, rockstar," Lilly murmured with an impish wink, giving me a nudge towards the idling vehicle.

"Just remember - all those gawkers merely dream of basking in the radiance you were forged in."

Gritting my teeth against the dueling urges to both laugh and groan at her relentless pep talks, I settled for an airy eyeroll before slinking towards the car.

The driver emerged in a crisp suit, sweeping open the rear door with an obsequious bob of his head.

"Evening, Miss Williams. Right this way, please."

I slid onto the plush leather backseat with as much casual elegance as I could muster, already well-accustomed to flying beneath society's unwavering radar no matter how ritzy