Daisy
We walked inside the hotel where Chelsea had arranged for us to have dinner.
In its festively decorated lobby and halls, Ethan held my hand firmly and kept his head high as he smiled and waved to the fans we chanced upon on our way to the restaurant. He graciously spared a few seconds for conversation and photographs, all the while keeping me by his side and never letting go of my hand.
He handsomely walked with such pride and possession like an elven king, immortally young and beautiful, escorting his queen to a banquet in the forest of spruces, firs and pines brightened by thousands of golden fairy lights.
I smiled and sighed at the thought of such nobility in my company. Suddenly, the idea of being in the presence of my mom's indifference and my stepdad's vileness didn't seem
