Leonard still couldn't quite believe it—Katherine. She was standing in front of him, very real, very alive, very beautiful. And in this moment, his fingers were gently wrapped around her wrist, holding her in place, as if he feared she might vanish again the second he let go.
She had changed. He could see it clearly now that they were no longer separated by the haze of champagne or the dim lighting of the ballroom. Her hair was styled elegantly, swept back to reveal the delicate slope of her neck. Her makeup was soft but sophisticated, highlighting features he once knew too well. But it wasn't just her appearance—it was something else. There was a composed distance in her eyes, a wall that hadn't been there before.
