Their outfits, his tie and her gown, were all royal blue, designed by the same fashion house. It was part of a couple’s collection released to celebrate the designer’s tenth wedding anniversary with her husband.
Between Max and me, though we were only a few meters apart, it felt as if we were worlds away. The glances around us made him hesitate for a moment before he finally walked toward me.
I turned away and went straight to the client, handing her the gift I had prepared. The client was a kind woman. Although she couldn’t speak, she still expressed her concern through sign language.
“Mrs. Kennedy, you don’t need to be so polite. I heard about your loss. Are you all right?”
Paige immediately stepped forward, ready to interpret, but I lifted my hand slightly to stop her.
I raised my glass and gave the client a polite smile. “Thank you for your concern. And thank you for reaching out to help me when my husband, afraid of his allergy, chose not to.”
“But I think that child probably didn’t want to come into this world either. After all, his father saw his mother as something contagious, something to avoid. Being born into such a family would never bring happiness.”