No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 678

It was Ernest's silhouette!

Just like the one I saw that night at the alleyway.

Last time, I took a tumble before I could get a good look, but this time, I was determined to see clearly. I tried to step forward, forgetting about my injury, and ended up falling flat on my face.

"Whoa, lady, are you doing this on purpose? Just say you want me to sweep you off your feet," Allen teased as he helped me up.

I glared at him, then shouted, "Turn on the lights!"

My shout made everyone on stage halt, but the backstage area remained shrouded in darkness.

"Turn on the lights!" I yelled again.

Grant, who had just walked in, heard me. "What's going on here? Turn on the lights, now!"

His command worked wonders. The hall lights flickered on, and everyone squinted against the sudden brightness.

My gaze darted across the faces on stage, finally resting on the one in the center.

The face I'd been dreaming of!

Ernest's face!

There he was, as if resurrected, standing before me. Yet, his eyes bore a look of unfamiliarity, even a hint of confusion and unease.

At that moment, I couldn't care less about the pain in my leg. I made my way towards the stage.

"What are you doing?" Allen inquired.

Grant pointed at the man on stage, stammering, "Ernest, you... how... aren't you...?"

He was too shocked for words. By then, I had staggered to the front of the stage, getting a clearer view of the face above.