Chapter 91

I

stand by the entrance of the elegantly decorated hall, the soft glow of chandeliers casting a warm light over the crowd. My heart races as I scan the room, searching for a familiar face.

It has been too long since I last saw Casma, and the thought of finally meeting her again sent a mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through me.

I know she'll be here because I made sure she was sent an invitation by the group.

As I move deeper into the event, I catch a glimpse of her across the room.

She is laughing with a group of friends or should I say old acquaintances because Clark is also standing with her, her smile bright and genuine.

The sight of her brings back a flood of memories—moments of joy, laughter, and the undeniable connection we once shared.

But there is also the weight of our past, the silence that had grown between us.

Gathering my courage, I approach her, my footsteps echoing in the bustling atmosphere. When Casma turns and our eyes meet, time seems to stand s