ckstage, a velvet box in my hand, ready to surprise C
dressing room door, casually dismissing me to th
"Some people just have more money than sense... A bit of a g
e box containing the "Starry Night" necklace-a symbol of my mon
act of support over the years twisted into a stark, humiliating truth:
l connection," while casually introducing me as an "old frie
into a public jab at me, declaring, "Some gifts don't come
had built an empire from nothing, was being cast as the mater
n anything, gave me a fleeting glance
nd foundational, began to crumble,
behind, knowing one thing for sure: if money was
ned: What was she really wo