Neither my model nor the man whose heart I'm trying to win back has shown up yet.
Tears well up in my eyes. I blink them away. I haven't searched the entire backstage area yet. I'll even check the farthest corner behind the clothing racks, that's for sure.
I head straight for the back of the area, where there's a recess.
Suddenly, I see blond hair flash between people dressed in colorful attire. A moment later, a half face covered in freckles comes into view. It must be Inga.
"Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you," I exclaim, and I could cry again—this time out of relief.
Just a few steps, and she'll see me, and we can prepare for her performance.
And Kjell?
He'll come too. He has to!
I start running, but suddenly, a group of people gathers right in front of me, blocking my way.
Reluctantly, I veer to the right and walk right into a concrete wall.
This can't be happening.
"Skady Blohm," a deep voice behind me thunders, making me involuntarily flinch. "Did I not tell you not to show your face here again?"
