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They weren’t whispering anymore.
They were now watching boldly and openly.
It was enough for me to feel the shift move through the hall. I stood near the center now, a glass still resting lightly between my fingers.
Ordinarily, I would have been nervous. But I wasn’t. Because I knew the repercussions of the decision I took, and I was ready to dance to the tune.
But what was not clear was why some people were staring that much and whispering. I had thought it was because of the divorce news, but it appeared something more was involved.
The way their eyes pierced every part of my body, especially my face. As if they were searching for something buried beneath my skin.
I shifted behind the two women just in front of me. This time, their voices no longer blended into the backgroun
