CHAPTER 2   The floor was cold.   Divyanka felt it seeping through the thin fabric of her dress, grounding her in a way applause never had. Her breath came in sharp, broken pieces, as if her lungs had forgotten their purpose. The restroom, moments ago pristine and silent, now felt claustrophobic—too bright, too reflective, too honest.   Her hands shook uncontrollably.   “Breathe,” she whispered to herself, the word more command than comfort.   But her body refused obedience.   Her heart hammered wildly, each beat loud enough to drown out the muffled music playing outside. Her vision blurred.