Claire's P.O.V.
After the dinner, most of the people started going on the stage for a dance. In one corner, there were Rowan and Alana, dancing as the only ones in the room. I looked at them but I was not really looking at them. I was engrossed in my own world, still thinking about my name written on the silver sheet.
"Join me for a song," Dad said, holding his hand out for me. I smiled and took his hand.
"Are you still thinking about your name in there?" He asked as we started swaying along with the rhythm. I shrugged.
"It is too obvious to say no. I am just thinking about my life, -- where it would have been, -- how it would have been if you had not saved me. You gave me this amazing life of your daughter where in return she had to cover up for me with my name. If anything I am just
