Chapter 81

The stair railing is decorated with strings of light in the shape of white roses, illuminating the carpet on the steps. Still at the top of the stairs, I am amazed to notice three blonde women playing their violins in impeccable harmony. They are standing on the carpet next to the staircase, playing softly for those who enter through the open door and for those who circle the room. Looking up momentarily, they greet me with a smile and continue to play. The looks of the few who talk quietly in the room are attracted to me, and Henry guides me through the rest of the steps.

He doesn't have time to tell me anything to pass my nervousness because as soon as my white sneakers find the ceramics smooth and shiny, young and older people approach to talk to me. I retract automatically.

“You look amazing, Abigail! "A woman, with dark hair stuck in a pierced bun, praises me with the sharp tone in her monotonous voice. The long beige and transparent dress is even indecent