Twelfth Night Magic
wo men want her heart. Only one of them is real.
Vivi Asbury is failing at the one thing she's always controlled—her performance. Playing Viola in Twelfth Night, she's supposed to portray a woman torn between identities. Instead, she's living it. At the Meridian Theatre, the line between performance and reality was never clear.
Marc watches from his lighting booth. Brings coffee. Sees past every wall. His attention is patient, genuine, uncomfortable—demanding she show up as herself.
Beyond her dressing room mirror, Duke Orsino recites poetry, promises eternal perfection. Asks nothing. Judges nothing. His love never falters, questions, or grows.
One love is complicated and terrifying. The other is beautiful and safe. Vivi tells herself she can have both. She's wrong. The theatre makes actors choose, and it's claimed everyone who chose the wrong door.
The director won't speak of curses. The costume designer keeps evidence of vanished actors. They're trying to save her from a fate they barely escaped.
When both worlds demand truth, when both men offer love she doesn't deserve, when the mirror promises peace and reality promises pain—which choice is freedom? Which is just another role she'll play until opening night, when the mirror waits and Marc hopes and history demands an answer?
Will Vivi learn before she becomes an echo?
Dive into this darkly seductive tale where every reflection hides a choice, every performance demands authenticity, and the greatest love story is learning to choose yourself.
