She Was Sitting In My Front-Row Seat Holding My Novel — Smiling Like She Had Stolen My Life

he said.

“Real artists are here tonight, and I need you not to embarrass yourself because you feel excluded from something you never cared about until this moment.”

It sounded almost sensible.

That was why people believed him.

He could wrap a knife in velvet and call it a napkin.

Celeste lifted the book slightly.

“I’m sure we can find another place for you,continue reading …