As she exited the green room bathroom, she would see that person sitting on her couch, the window open next to him. He wore a suit, and his wild brown hair looked partially tamed. He glanced over at her, raising one eyebrow playfully. “You should really stop showering after performances.”
He laughed out loud, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her slightly. “You were amazing, Fleur,” he told her. “Phenomenal.”
She looked up at him adoringly, pulling away to observe him. "I'm so glad you came. You look so handsome."
He laughed again, although he might have been blushing. “Thank you. I stole it from a dead man’s casket,” he said. “Yours was beautiful too. I really can’t get over it, Fleur. It was amazing.”
“Now I see why you’re so popular,” he teased, leaning down and resting his forehead against hers gently. “It’s all that damn necklace. No wonder you wanted it back so badly.”
A small group of her fans had found her, clambering at the door. One man in particular seemed particularly intrigued, kissing her hand. “Ms. Fleur, you were the starlight on that stage!” he proclaimed. “The moon itself could not compare to your spell casting.”
“Might I ask you about your plans tonight? I would love to take you out to dinner and discuss your artistry more.”
Ferris was standing at the window, but he turned to her, looking almost falsely cheery. “Why would you be sorry about having admirers?”
