Chapter 12

Claire

Christina exuded elegance and grace as she glided up to us. She was adorned in a glittering silver dress. It fitted her figure perfectly. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and bounced slightly as she moved.

She was supported on one hand with a long wooden cane, which exposed her vulnerability while somehow adding to her strength, and on the other arm with Gerald’s tall frame. He was wearing a stylish black tuxedo of his own, adding only to the visual appeal of their companionship.

They were walking slowly, giving Christina enough time to maintain her poise.

A part of me wanted for her to have that at least: the grace to attend a party. I felt deeply sorry at the sight of her cane and hoped that she would not have to use it for much longer. Regardless of my personal relationship with her, it had upset me that she would never be able to dance again.

It was a fate worse than death to lose something that one was passionate about. And I would not wish it upon anyone, not even the