Chapter 166

Just as Samantha was marveling at the coincidence, Layla opened an app on her phone and turned the screen toward her. A viral video from a blogger played—a montage of the stage play's most powerful moments set to dramatic music. It was an emotional piece. The caption read, "This fallen princess's tragic acting is next-level! #JedoAcademyoftheArts #FinalPerformance #OurLandRemains." There were almost ten thousand shares and 130 thousand likes. The comments section was a full-blown spectacle, with new comments sprouting up by the minute. "Wow! The actress is stunning. She looks like an angel." "I'm mesmerized!" "I need this woman's biography in 3 minutes." "The future of entertainment is here!" "With this face and talent, she should debut right now and rise to stardom!" "Imagine seeing this performance live. It gave me the chills!" "How dare you all just comment on her looks? Where are your morals? Your decency? And while we're at it, what's her phone number?" The flood of en