r asked if Lemira was indeed that popular streamer, Lately, he’d been drowning his sorrows in bourbon, trying to numb himself.  if it hadn’t been for this event, he probably wouldn’t have snapped out of it yet.  He’d heard that SweetLemon, the mysterious streamer, would be attending the event. Alaric wanted to see for himself who this streamer really was. Was it really Lemira?  Evelina jumped in before anyone else could speak. “You know, we’ve been wondering about that ourselves,” she said, her voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “After all, that streamer has always kept their identity hidden. We can’t be too sure.”  “But there’s a rumor going around that the streamer’s voice is identical to Ms. Langston’s. Is that true?”  Evelina’s face flushed a shade darker. “That may be, but there are plenty of people in the world who sound alike. It doesn’t really prove yhything”  So, Ms. Sterling, you’re saying you don’t believe SweetLemon is Ms. Langston?”  “That’s what I believe. I mean, if she were that talented, I doubt she’d join PixelStage. If Lemira were to sign with anyone, it would be VibeCast, just like me.”  Evelina glanced at Alaric, seeking his agreement. “Alaric, you think I’m right, don’t you?”  Alaric looked uncomfortable, unable to respond. If Lemira was indeed SweetLemon, would she have signed with his company? Before, he would have been sure. But now, he wasn’t so certain.  Lemira, who had been silent till then, turned and walked towards the check–in desk.  Jessica sounded indignant. “Why should Evelina guilt–trip you? It’s your choice which group you sign with.”  “I won’t let them bully me, Lemira replied firmly.  As Lemira reached the check–in, Evelina’s voice rang out behind her. “Lemmy, what brings you here?”  Dressed in a stunning evening gown and adorned with luxurious jewelry, Evelina looked every bit the princess. She touched the necklace around her neck, feigning concern. “Lemmy, if you wanna come to this event, you could have just told me. Look at how shabbily you’re dressed.”  Lemira’s response was cold. “Why would I need to tell you?”  Evelina gritted her teeth. “Because this event is by invitation only. You and Jessica aren’t here to work as part–time greeters, are you?” That seemed like the only logical explanation!  Alaric frowned upon hearing “greeters.” “You left home to strike out on your own, and you end up doing part–time work? If word gets out, what would people think of the Langston family? To think you’d stoop to being a greeter, Lemira. Aren’t you ashamed?”  Jessica couldn’t stand it anymore and retorted, “Lemira isn’t just anyone. She pulled off a twelve–hit combo in the comeback match and won. There’s no way she’s here for some minor part–time job!”  Her words drew attention.  “That’s Lemira? I heard about her twelve–hit combo. That’s a move right out of King’s playbook. I can’t believe she’s so young.” Reporters swarmed Lemira. “Ms. Langston, how did you master the twelve–hit combo? What’s your relationship with King?”  Lemira answered calmly, “I’m a fan of King. The twelve–hit combo was just a fluke.”  Seeing Lemira surrounded by reporters filled Evelina with jealousy.  A fluke that resulted in a twelve–hit combo. How special could it be?  “Ms. Langston, you’ve shown such talent. What do you think of the SkyBlaze? Do you think you can win the championship?”