Chapter 71 The Spark

• LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW
• I watched as she paced through the benches in the field, her rehearsal script in hand, as she read some of her lines out. Her hair keeps slipping in her face, and every few seconds, she blows it away impatiently, like it’s a bother, like it’s the one causing her to stumble on her delivery.
• “No! You’re not my father.” She yells, then groans, before dumping the thick script on the chair with a huff. “Ughh, this sounds ridiculous.” She groans, burying her face in her hands.