Lycia

When we walked in, everything stopped.

People stopped eating.

People stopped talking.

People stopped working, setting up the buffet.

And all of them were staring at me.

He held my hand firmly as he led me through the silent room.

Then an elegantly dressed woman with blonde hair that fell into waves over her shoulders walked toward me and smiled as everyone watched. “You must be Lycia. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Tondae, ...