As the final note faded and the last step of Roxanne's dance came to a graceful close, thunderous applause erupted from both floors of the restaurant.
Downstairs, Mason Grayson assumed the applause was for his performance. He nodded politely in acknowledgment, preparing to return to his table where Jensen Lindth was waiting.
Just as he reached for his seat, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the caller ID, he gestured to Jensen that he needed to take the call. With a quick nod from Jensen, he stepped out of the restaurant to answer it.
Upstairs, Roxanne believed the applause was for her. She gave a graceful nod in return, then calmly returned to her seat and picked up her fork again.
Carolyn's eyes sparkled with admiration as she leaned in excitedly. "Rox, that was incredible! You dance so beautifully. Why did you choose to study art instead of dance?"
Roxanne chuckled. "I'm just… well-rounded, I guess."
She didn't say more. She had trained in dance from a young age, and it had always been her passion. But Sebastian didn't like it.
So eventually, she stopped dancing in front of others. It became something she only did in private—just her, the music, and an empty room. That was when she picked up painting instead.
She had loved Sebastian deeply and poured all of herself into that love. But in the process… she forgot to love herself.
Carolyn was already pulling up the video she had just recorded and shoved her phone in Roxanne's direction. "Look! You're like a butterfly. No, scratch that—you're an actual goddess."
In the video, Roxanne danced like a butterfly, her movements light and graceful. She wore a flowing Valorian-style dress that shimmered with every twirl, making her look even more ethereal and otherworldly.
She looked less like a mortal woman and more like a goddess who had accidentally stepped down from the heavens.
"Rox, you have to model for me while you're dancing next time. I swear, I'll capture your most beautiful self on canvas!"
"Deal!" Roxanne grinned and grabbed her fork. "Now, hurry up and eat. We still need to go bag shopping."
And they had to rush back to the town before the last shuttle left.
The mention of bags snapped Carolyn right back to reality. "Right, the bags! How could I forget?"
Bags were her weakness.
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