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

to the microphone.

“And now, our final contestant. Miss Eliza Mayhew.”

A softer applause came.

Confused.

Curious.

I walked to the center of the stage.

After Brooke’s red dress, mine looked plain.

After her polish, I looked like a shadow.

I found Mom in the back row.

She had taken off work early.

Her hair was pinned up neatly, and she wore the blue scarf Grandma continue reading …