tmare again?" The ma

ey smiled weakly. Her eyes were puffy

yes. "Go to the other room and sleep.

ed her blanket and wa

ars, and Marvin always drove her away to sleep in the next room. He hat

ried hard but couldn't fall asleep again. It had been thr

ndow and drank, trying to forget everything. The massive curtain hindered the view of the beautiful night. Th

the drink. Whitney soon learned more about red wine than a normal person would. She even browsed th

alling in love with him, and living her own fairytale, like any other 19-year-old girl wo

ty. Her excellence and charm took her places. The school

d a beat; it was the perfect opportunity to exhibit her talent. Her expert fingers seemed to have a way with the keys. The melodious tune had everyone rapt. She surveyed the crowd to see their reaction. However, a pair of gli

h and kindness of the gaze almost trapped her in a trance. Without a moment's doubt, she got into the car. Roy Leng, cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips against hers. Everything around Whitney seemed to fade int

e man was only twenty-one years old but had already witnessed success in the field. He was a prodigy. Roy took over the family business in

h, handsome man who everyone loved

ic; she felt like the only girl in the world. Whitney enjoyed the love and att

n a naive, inno

the rest of her life wit

ulous now. The memories made her

in and looked out. The night wasn't as dark as she thought. The moonlight cascaded down the

nothing -- it was perhaps the reflection of one of the lights on the lawn. She glanced at the wall and noticed it