- SERAPHINE
The stage was a sea of white lilies and flickering candlelight.
Aiden and Marielle stood at the center, appearing both heartbroken and incredibly strong, while all eyes were fixed on them. If I didn’t know any better, I would have cried along with the rest of the room.
Aiden spoke about my parents and little brother in a low, steady voice that sounded as if he’d practiced being sad. He talked about the "unspeakable tragedy" of the accident and the hole it left in the city’s heart. Then, he turned his gaze to Marielle—the woman the world knew as me.
"We lost so much that night," Aiden said, his hand finding Marielle’s. "But out of the ashes, we were given a miracle. I'm grateful every day for the new life given to Seraphine Wynther. This gala is a thanksgiving for her retur
