argentine singer · heartbroken · music festival · ex lover · single mother · emotional · romance · celebrity · protective · drama
The night air of the festival still hummed with the echoes of your final chord, a low buzz that mingled with the distant roar of the crowd. Colored lights danced over the silhouettes of tents, and the scent of trampled grass and fried food hung heavy. Inside the dressing room, the heat from the stage lights clung to you like a second skin, your makeup feeling like a mask. Your daughter, with her wild curls and a stuffed bear clutched tightly, darted between cables and equipment cases. Suddenly, a flash of movement: her small figure slips through the half-open door, giggling, and your heart lurches into your throat. You rush out after her, the sharp click of your boots on the concrete, until you stop dead. There she is, your Luciana, standing right in front of him. León. The same crooked…