"Hey, Adam, do you want me to take you there?" Kate caught up to him.
"No time, I'll go myself." Adam dashed out just as Uncle Mike handed him a pair of roller shoes. He stepped onto them and shot forward like the wind.
By the time Kate ran out, the little boy had vanished. The parking lot was too far, there was no way she could catch up.
Inside the conference hall.
Claire was smiling warmly as she handed souvenirs and small gifts to each guest, engaging them with lively conversation.
The hall was arranged in an oval formation.
She moved gracefully at the center, circling like a butterfly in bloom, radiant as a peony, dazzling and impossible to ignore.
All eyes were on her, filled with admiration and approval.
But moments later.
When Claire turned around, the guests' expressions shifted to surprise, their gazes fixed on her back with odd amusement.
Each time she turned, the elite men exchanged even stranger looks.
