The door to the hall opened up for us, and I stopped, my eyes taking the place in. There were long arrangements of seats on each side of the hall, leaving a passage in between. In front was an elevated podium, and a little above that was the display glasses.
Necklaces, rings, antiques, and then at the very ends were names in glasses. I watched then, and the very last was my name. I swallowed, then slowly followed my dad to one of the empty seats.
He sat next to me, his hand holding mind tight, his breaths faltering audibly. We sat in silence as Beta Neil assumed the podium, then cleared out the mic.
The place gradually filled up, and my little hopeless heart kept hoping for Vincent. Funny enough, everyone but him came. Mariana. Every single one of the girls in the clique I used to be p
