CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

VENITA:

As anger fueled my steps, the distance to my destination seemed to shrink. I stormed ahead, consumed by disappointment in myself for allowing Landon's actions to diminish my sense of importance. The pitfalls of relationships often stem from falling in love with potential rather than the reality of the person. The Landon I had envisioned in my mind was a projection of potential, not the true reality.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to pay attention to my surroundings and collided with a stunning redhead, whose athletic prowess became evident as she effortlessly prevented herself from falling. In a remarkable display of balance, she placed her hand around my hips, steadying both of us.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I said, regaining my composure. Fortunately, my black strappy heels, adorned with a delicate butterfly design, held up, and I maintained an appearance of poise.

"It's okay, beautiful," she responded, offering a genuine smile as if we were long-time friends. "Only one thing