The massive, brightly lit stage performed a smooth, mechanical 180-degree whirl, rotating to face the live studio audience.
The second Aria Sinclair came into view, the soundstage erupted into a deafening, glass-shattering wall of shrieks, cheers, and hysterical sobbing.
Aria maintained her flawless poise as she offered a warm smile and waved to the crowd. But as her eyes scanned the audience, her jaw subtly dropped.
Scattered throughout the screaming audience were women wearing custom, high-definition graphic t-shirts. Some read I Love You, Damien Sinclair. Others featured a massive, blown-up photo of his brooding face, overlaid with bold, hot-pink text that read: STEP ON ME, DADDY.
Aria stared at the shirts, her brain struggling to process it all.
