The Janitor Girl Sang One Song, and the Billionaire’s Son Stopped Laughing

Eliza,” she said. “Try not to make it awkward for everyone.”

She walked toward the stage.

The applause began before she even stepped out.

I stood still.

Carter’s face was pale.

“Eliza,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

I turned to him.

“Do you want to hear the song you gave me?”

He swallowed.

“No.”

I smiled without warmth.

“That’s honest.”

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