Chapter 14

NEVILLE

She is standing in front of me, dressed in a pale and simple yellow sundress with tulips on the soft cotton fabric. She looks out of place in this room. Like she sticks out of the crowd because the men come dressed in a black-tie followed by a tux, and the women are in white. And the one person wearing any colour in the room is her. The way she grips the hem of her dress and twists it between her forefinger and her thumb makes my heart throb for her.

How can I help her?

She sucks on her lower lip staring intently at the long passage curving into another long corridor in front and the people surrounding her. I watch her spellbind by her beauty and the sweet way she bows her head down when someone walks by her. Something hints that she has some inkling of a doubt about how she fits in the room and the part where she cannot belong here with the rest of these people.

What was her name again?

I run through the names I have learned this past week in my head. When I run a hand throu