CHAPTER 22
NATALIA
The music pumped life into my veins. This was my favorite part of Agric. Letting loose in the darkness, shrouded in the shadows of life and movement and freedom, was incredibly inspiring. I could dance all night, my fists locked in the air or my body merged with a stranger’s.
And that was the beauty of the shadows. I could be who I wanted to. I could be with who I wanted to and it all was okay. There was no judgment in the darkness. How could anyone judge what they could not see?
Speaking of darkness, in the corner of my eye, I spotted Elizabeth’s African prince walking by with a drink his hand. He lingered on the sidelines, watching the artist on the stage. His friends were an eclectic group of guys in T-shirts and jeans that were actually fixed along their waistlin
