Ella stood there, oblivious to the tomatoes falling in front of her, lost in thought.
She had just been hit with tomatoes on stage.
For someone who took pride in being part of the circus, this was akin to publicly receiving a slap.
She barely held back tears welling up from the embarrassment.
Not revealing her emotions on stage was the minimum dignity for an actress.
She glanced at the direction from which the tomatoes were thrown.
There was a man smirking at her.
She knew who he was.
Lord Dosville.
The man who had accused Wonderstein during the opening ceremony.
Though she didn't recognize the others with him, they seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, laughing at her expense.
Seeing them, her embarrassment disappeared like melting snow.
In its place, anger surged.
Ella had never lost a fight even during her school days.
She could take down guys a head or two taller than her.
