I was so wrapped up in my mortification, I forgot about the person who’d entered mid-rehearsal until I heard his voice. “Scarlett.” My feet stilled. One blink peeled the shadows away from the seats and carpet, revealing a familiar muscled frame and sculpted cheekbones. A pleat of concern creased his brow, but his eyes were soft when they landed on me. Asher. The auditorium had emptied out, so it was just the two of us, and the echo of my name lingered. Scarlett.
