As she turned, numerous waiters came from the other end, carrying trays. Because a distinguished guest had arrived, they hurriedly held their trays and pushed their carts along.
They approached step by step, and Serena Sullivan watched their feet, her thoughts drifting away.
That car accident...
The truck suddenly charged at her; there was no time to dodge, only to watch it crash towards her with wide-open eyes.
Flames burst forth, in that very instant.
She felt blood flow from her head to her face in droplets, strikingly crimson, and she saw, through her phone, a self dyed red with blood.
But the most painful part wasn't her head, nor her leg.
She felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and as she bent her head down, blood quickly gushed from beneath her, like flowers in summer about to bloom, all bursting open in that moment.
At that moment, the first person she thought of was Ethan Grant.
