A young woman, looking unremarkable as possible, walked among the many people who had come out to enjoy the festivities. In fact, what she had that could make her stand out from the crowd was the innocence on her face, making it seem like she had never seen the world.
Such an aura was one that could attract trouble with the wrong kind of crowd; that was if unscrupulous men found out that she was alone, which did not take too long.
She walked with abandoned care as if she had all the time in the world, and in essence, she did.
If they had been there, a few people would recognize her face, including Clara, Shelby, and Royston.
Clara, who was wallowing in her misery back home because she did not want to show her face in public, would have been shocked beyond measure to see that the young woman she had met decades back not only did not grow older but younger instead.
