Wheel You Marry Me?

CHAPTER 31.

It had been almost two months since my tour began, two months of packed arenas, roaring fans, and the breath taking blur of cities I'd only ever dreamed of visiting. Every night brought a new stage, a new crowd, a new memory carved into the story of my life.

And tonight, it all came to an end.

Hazardville was my final stop.

I was backstage, preparing for the last performance of the tour, my heart pounding with a bittersweet rhythm. The familiar hum of the crowd beyond the curtain buzzed through the floor, mixing with the nerves and excitement pulsing through my veins.

My assistant, Jasmine, peeked into the dressing room. "Ma'am, there's someone who wants to see you."

I blinked at her through the mirror. "Jasmine, you know I don't have time. I'm due on that stage in ten minutes, and the crowd's already restless."

She hesitated. "He insisted. Said it was important."

I sighed. "Five minutes. That's all I can spare."

A minute later, the door opened and my breath caught.

"Hey, sis," Jeffrey said softly.

Tears spilled from my eyes instantly, ruining the final touches the makeup artist had just finished.

"Ma'am, your makeup—" he began, but I waved him off.

Jeffrey crossed the room in two strides and pulled me into his arms. My body melted into the comfort of his hug. I clung to him like the little sister I was, sobbing against his chest, not caring who saw me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into my hair. "I missed you so much. When I heard you were performing in Hazardville, I knew I had to be here. I promised I'd join you on tour... and here I am."

I pulled back, wiping my tears. "You kept your promise... even if a little late."

He smiled, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I'm proud of you, Aurora."

"Ma'am, you need to be on stage in five," Jasmine reminded gently.

I turned to Jeffrey, still holding his hand. "We'll talk after. I'm so glad you're here."

The makeup artist patched my face in record time, and I stepped into the light.

The stage lights exploded as I emerged, and the crowd roared. Waves of cheers and applause washed over me. It was overwhelming, breath taking.

Thousands, maybe tens of thousands, stood beneath a sky painted with spotlights and camera flashes. I stood there, soaking it in, heart pounding, eyes scanning the crowd. My fingers gripped the mic tightly.

But just as I raised it to sing...

Darkness.

The power cut out. The stage went black.

A gasp rippled through the audience.

Panic gripped me. My team scrambled behind the curtains. But then—one by one—tiny lights blinked on. The crowd lifted their phones into the night, thousands of them, like stars scattered across the venue.

And then... they started singing.

My songs.

Word for word. In harmony.

Tears filled my eyes again, this time from pure, overwhelming joy. I sank to my knees, hand on my chest, stunned.

They know me. They love my music.

The power flickered back to life. Lights blasted on, the band picked up their cue, and I rose to my feet, empowered. I sang like I never had before, with my whole heart, soul, and every thread of love I had.