Olivia Zane's eyes briefly glimmered with a fleeting light, impossible to capture, as she lifted her lovely lips into a smile and spoke to Nathan Moore.
"I was just talking to my sister about the banquet, you and she danced really well,"
At this point, Olivia Zane glanced down at her legs covered with a blanket, her long eyelashes unable to hide the disappointment in her eyes, the corners of her lips turning bitter.
In a low voice, she murmured.
"I'm so envious of my sister, she gets to dance with you at the banquet,"
The room fell silent. Gradually, the sound of faint sobbing emerged. Nathan Moore lowered his gaze and saw tears clinging to her lashes.
His handsome eyebrows furrowed as Nathan Moore knelt down, gently cradling Olivia Zane's face, making her look into his eyes, which were filled with compassion.
"Silly girl, if you want, you can dance with me while sitting in a wheelchair."
In a soft and warm voice, like water, Olivia Zane burst into tears.
