Chapter 202
His voice came through, laced with amusement. “Well, it seems everyone else has heard it already. You might want to check your account.”
Confused, I quickly pulled up my social media profile, my fingers trembling slightly as I navigated through the notifications. And there it was–the video I had recorded in a moment of inspiration and left in my draft box had somehow gone live.
Over a hundred million views. Comments in languages I couldn’t even recognize. People were raving about my return, dissecting every note, every
visual.
I closed my eyes, a soft groan escaping my lips. “Maurice… this was a mistake. I didn’t mean to-”
“I know,” he interrupted with a chuckle. “I figured as much. But the world doesn’t know that. They think you’re back. And from the looks of it, they’re thrilled.”
I took a deep breath, trying to process it all. Maurice continued, his tone turning more serious. “There’s also something else. I’ve signed you up for the peace exchange conference between humans and the other races. It’s in a few days, and the organizers are beyond excited to have you perform. What do you want me to do? Cancel?”
I sat there, phone pressed against my ear, my mind spinning. Could I really do this? Could I make a full comeback, after all this time?
“Mummy?” Shirlika’s small voice broke through my thoughts, her fingers tugging at my sleeve.
I looked at her, at her brother, who stood quietly watching me with those sharp eyes. And then I thought about the world waiting outside–fans who had believed in me, who had waited, just like my
children.
“No,” I said softly into the phone, a small smile tugging at my lips. “No need to cancel.”
Maurice chuckled. “I figured you’d say that.”
“I think I’m ready,” I said, my voice growing stronger. “Ready to step back into the light.”
Ready to once again stand tall under the sun. Ready to amaze the world, not just with my music–but with the life I’ve built, the strength I’ve gained.
I was ready for them to see all of me.
3
The evening air was crisp, the first flakes of snow beginning to fall gently as I stood in front of the mirror, carefully dressing Shirlika and my son, whose name I was still uncertain about. It was a special night, a dinner with Matira and Ethan, and I wanted the children to look their hest.
Matira and Ethan now live together in the Thorne Valley Pack.Ethan often goes to global shows and sometimes Matira goes to keep him company and surprise him. More often than not, the two of them stay together, like they’re trying to make up for all those years apart.
During the holidays, they would come together and visit me and the kids. We get together and have a relaxing and wonderful time.
This life makes me feel very happy.
few years ago, I was an orphan girl who was scolded by her adoptive parents, or a Luna who was dispensable in Silvermoon; now I have finally found myself.
Shirlika twirled impatiently, her curls bouncing with each spin, her bright, curious eyes fixed on her
reflection.
I had chosen a dress for her that matched her lively spirit–an emerald–green velvet gown with a delicate white lace collar. The dress was knee–length, with a ribbon tied at her waist, and the fabric shimmered faintly under the light.
Her hair, thick and curly, cascaded down her back in loose waves, held back by a small silver clip in the shape of a star. Her little feet were tucked into soft, leather boots lined with fur, perfect for keeping warm on such a wintry evening.
“Mummy, do I look like a princess?” Shirlika asked, her voice full of wonder.
“You look just like a princess,” I replied with a smile, adjusting the hem of her dress. “A snow princess, ready for the night.”
She giggled, twirling once more before running off to her brother.
Sherlock, standing near the door, was far more composed. His sharp features reminded me so much of Lorik, though his expressions were his own–serious, thoughtful, always watching the world as though it needed to be understood before it could be trusted. I had dressed him in a deep navy blue coat with a high collar, matching dark trousers, and polished leather shoes.
His scarf, wrapped neatly around his neck, was a soft gray, adding a subtle touch of warmth to his ensemble. His hair, darker and straighter than Shirlika’s, was slicked back, though a stubborn lock refused to stay in place, curling slightly over his forehead.
you look very handsome, Sherlock” I said, smoothing his collar and giving him a once–over.
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He nodded, not saying much, but the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I’m ready. Mum,” hesaid quietly.
Shirlika swooped in and hugged me, winked and said mysteriously, “Mummy, you must dress up today! I have a feeling that you are about to meet someone very important today!
