Aria's pov
I clutched my stomach dramatically, bending over as if the pain was tearing me apart.
Sweat gathered on my forehead, and I let my whole body shake to make it look real.
"My stomach... it hurts so badly..." I gasped, my face twisted in what looked like real pain, both hands pressed against my abdomen.
Inside, my mind was racing. Every second counted.
The only way to escape Luna Vivienne's stage play was to become the main act myself. If I had to look pitiful to win freedom, so be it.
"Stomach pain? You?" Damien frowned, clearly confused.
His sharp eyes scanned my face as if searching for cracks in my story, but all he found was a trembling woman who looked one breath away from collapsing.
"It's killing me... especially my lower back... it's unbearable...
