Renée smiled, choosing to let the moment speak or itself.
Just then, the dressing room door swung open, and Dwight, Celine, and Eamon stepped inside. The Instant they did, their eyes went straight to Renee, their faces filled with concern.
“Are you ready, Renee? Feeling nervous at all?” Celine hurried over to her, her voice thick with
concern.
Dwight stayed close, his gaze gentle and full of affection. “Renee, If you’re tired, we can call it off. I’ll come up with something else for you to do.”
Eamon moved behind her and gave her shoulder reassuring pat, his voice warm and steady. Don’t be afraid, Renee. I’ve got your back. If anyone causes you trouble, I’ll be the first to step.
in.”
Renee glanced at them helplessly, offering a small smile. “Dad, Mom, Eamon, it’s just a show. You didn’t have to bring the whole family, let alone make such a big deal. I’m not a kid anymore.”
“To us, you’ll always be our little one. And we’ll keep spoiling you, just like we did when you were younger,” Celine responded without hesitation.
Dwight and Eamon nodded in unison, their faces reflecting firm agreement.
The others in the dressing room watched the scene, their eyes filled with envy.
“Wow, Ms. Callahan really has it all. I’d do anything to be part of the Callahan family,‘
someone murmured.
Renee let out a soft laugh. Her eyes drifted to the run sheet she held.
Suddenly, a name caught her eye–Sharon. Her gaze sharpened, and a faint, knowing smile
crossed her face.
Dwight, Celine, and Eamon followed her gaze and immediately saw the name. In an instant, their faces drained of color, eyes filled with a mix of anger and hurt.
“Renee, what’s she doing here?” Eamon’s voice was cold and solemn, laced with barely suppressed fury.
Celine gripped Renee’s hand, her voice thick with emotion. “Renee, after all these years of digging into your past, we’re finally seeing the full weight of what you’ve been through. We’ve wanted to make them pay for what they did to you, time and time again, but you always stopped us.
“You said that if it was meant to happen, you’d cross paths with them again and that justice would come when the time was right. So, tell me Has that time finally come?”
Dwight’s eyes were cold, his voice low. “Don’t wry, Rende Vll make sure he gets what’s
ing to her. If she’s bold enough to show up, he’d better be ready for what’s in store
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