Epilogue

✎ Third Person POV ➳

Four months later, Hayes Concert Hall

“Good evening! Here’s your program; Enjoy the show. Hello! Take a program ma’am, yep, follow the lights down that hall over there—”

An enthusiastic young usher in his early twenties was handing out gorgeous black concert pamphlets written in elegant white cursive text faster than he could speak, thrilled to share everyone’s excited anticipation. Several sentiments of thanks were passed back and forth.

Hayes’ grand entrance room was the only brightly lit space in the building. A soft, classical ballad hummed from every hidden overhead speaker—welcoming one and all into it’s timeless essence.

Sawyer was next in line, and she plucked a program with two fingers and a thin smile. Purchasing a onyx pantsuit for this occasion, the fashion obsessed snow white blonde stood out from the crowd with stunning gold jewelry and the right pair of ivory pointy toed kitten heels.

She wore Blythe’s collar proudly while out and about, always