The green room of the studio felt smaller than it actually was, the air thick with the scent of hairspray and expensive foundation. The harsh, fluorescent lights around the vanity mirror were unforgiving, highlighting every line of tension in my face. I sat as still as a statue while a makeup artist did one final pass with a powder brush, dimming the shine on my forehead.
My hands were folded tightly in my lap, my knuckles white. Despite the strength I’d brought back from Georgia, the sheer scale of what was about to happen was hitting me like a freight train. In less than ten minutes, I wouldn't just be Sarah; I’d be a face on millions of screens across the country.
"Breathe, Sarah," Liam said, his voice a low, steady anchor behind me. I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was st
