Olivia's POV
I stared at him.
"She… spoke?" I whispered.
Adrian nodded slowly. "Yes."
My curiosity peaked. "What did she say?"
"She was at the gala last night," he explained softly. "I brought her with me. I didn't think much of it. She usually keeps to herself, doesn't talk, doesn't react to anyone."
He swallowed.
"But when the music started… and you stepped onto the dance floor…"
My breath caught.
"She was the little girl," he continued, "the one standing near the stage. The one who kept staring at you."
I suddenly remembered.
A small girl with dark curls and wide eyes, clutching a stuffed toy, watching me the whole time.
"She tugged on my sleeve," Adrian said. "I thought she wanted to leave. But instead…"
His voice softened.
"She pointed at you."
My brows furrowed.
"And for the first time since her mother died," he said quietly, "she spoke."
I leaned forward without realizing it. "What did she say?"
Adrian's lips parted, his eyes shining with emotion.
