Her eyes filled with tears.
“Thank you,” she gasped between breaths, standing straighter. “Thank you all so much.”
She put her hands on her face the moment she saw the flowers and cried so hard her body shook.
“You were amazing,” I said, giving her a small hug.
She pulled her hands from her face, her eyes red, taking a deep breath and accepting the flowers from me. “Thank you, Theo. For everything, thank you.”
“Didn’t I tell you? You never have to say thank you to me.”
Before they could speak, someone clapped even though everyone else had stopped by then.
We both turned to see Violet standing there in a dark purple dress, her dark hair pulled back. “You were great, Felicity—”
“Thank you, Violet.” Felicity turned to face her. “Coming from you, it means a lot.”
“You have to forgive me. I just never thought someone like you could ever pull something like this off, but then again your mother was Amelia Ford.”
I didn’t know who that was, but a few dancers seemed to. They gasped, their heads snapping to Felicity, who stared at Violet in shock.
Violet took another step forward. “Your real name is Felicity Harper Ford, isn’t it? Daughter to New York Governor Daniel Ford.”
“Stop,” Felicity said, glaring at her.
But Violet didn’t stop. “I should have known. You look just like her!”
“Violet, that is enough. You need to go,” I said.
She laughed, shaking her head at me. “She’s been lying to you this whole time, Theo! She isn’t some struggling twenty-something. Her family is loaded! But that isn’t the even the icing on the cake.”
Felicity started toward the exit.
“You were at Juilliard until you had a breakdown!” Violet yelled. “Just like your mother. What did she have? Oh, that’s right. Schizophrenia!”
The roses I had given her slipped from her hand, and there were tears in her eyes.
“No….” She shook her head.
“You have it too! You went crazy. They say you got into a car accident and thought you hit your own mother. They found you holding onto yourself, crying ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry….’”
“I hit someone and went to juvie,” Felicity yelled back.
“Juvie?” Violet laughed. “Since when is Golden Crossroads Hospital a juvenile detention facility? It cost two grand a night, and you were there for three years. You’re really insane, aren’t you?”
Felicity stood there for a second, her mouth open, and looked around in confusion, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“You’re wrong,” she stammered before running.
“Felicity!” I started to race after her, but Violet clenched on to my arm.
“Let her go!” she yelled.
I pulled away from her so hard she stumbled backward.
“DO NOT EVER TOUCH ME!” I hollered in her face.
“Theo, she’s insane, like medically—”