Chapter 195
Chapter 195:
Despite knowing the truth—that she wasn’t the one on stage—Rosanna had no plans to clear up the rumor.
Instead of issuing a denial, she uploaded a batch of pictures to her Facebook page. The shots were from her recent night out at Starlight Bar. She added a caption beneath them: “Starlight Bar’s a vibe. Great for a chill night with friends p>
That post hit like gasoline on a flame.
In no time, Rosanna’s fans were buzzing, acting as if they’d just had a shot of pure adrenaline.
“Rosanna is totally the masked singer p>
Within minutes, the rumor rocketed to third place on the trending charts.
Overnight, Rosanna’s name was everywhere. Speculation grew fierce. Many swore she would be this season’s winner on The Voice of Zephyria. Her rumored performance of “One More Day” was being hailed as pitch-perfect.
Not content with the mystery, some followers tagged her directly, begging to know if she’d sing “One More Day” when the contest went live. Instead of giving a straight answer, Rosanna simply said that she had always been a devoted fan of composer K.
To most netizens, this was as good as a confession.
Rosanna had basically admitted that she was the masked singer. While her supporters basked in the hype, they also decided to throw shade in Maia’s direction.
“Get a clue, Maia. That kind of talent? It’s Rosanna, no doubt. You should step back gracefully instead of embarrassing yourself p>
“And now you’re silent? What’s the matter — getting nervous already? It’s laughable how someone with zero hits thinks she belongs on the same stage. Yes, Maia, that’s you p>
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“Has Maia fallen off the face of the internet or something? Feels like ages since she last posted p>
“Even the event staff confirmed her name’s missing from the participant list. Looks like she’s too scared to even show up p>
At the same time, those who had once mocked the masked singer’s supposed fake designer clothes were now scrambling to switch sides.
“Take a good look—Rosanna’s rocking the Blue Sea gown by MCN. Total class act. Not like that other one, always tagging along in bargain bin copies p>
Someone with a more level head chimed in, “Didn’t you all say earlier that Rosanna’s dress was a knockoff too p>
That didn’t sit well with one of Rosanna’s fans. “Well, the footage was blurry. Nobody could be sure. But on second thought, she’s not just anybody—Rosanna’s a real socialite, engaged to Vince Ward of Wront. She’s practically royalty. Why would she wear fakes? If anyone’s faking it, it’s Maia p>
“Maia can’t even afford imitations. She’d be lucky to land a job fetching Rosanna’s coffee p>
“Can’t wait to see Rosanna shut it down on stage in that dress. She’s gonna own the night p>
Every word of praise felt like sunshine on Rosanna’s skin. Popularity was carrying her forward like a rising tide.
And truthfully, even if the actual masked singer decided to reveal themselves, Rosanna wouldn’t flinch. She never said that it was her after all. The fans had done all the imagining on their own.
Her phone buzzed on the table just then. Vince’s name lit up the screen. Her smile came easily as she answered without missing a beat.
His voice was warm through the speaker. He promised to send her a gift for good luck and told her he believed that she’d steal the spotlight.