“Don’t worry, Beck.” She smooths out the nonexistent wrinkles in her dress. “I don’t need to tear you down to build myself up.” “Because you think I’ll fumble on my own?” “No, I know you won’t.” Her voice dips, a disingenuous sweetness to her tone. “We can both shine this weekend. But I also won’t apologize if I naturally shine brighter.” “So happy you’re willing to share the stage with me, Karras.” “Anything for you, Becker.”
