The auditorium in the heart of Paris exuded elegance.
Crystal chandeliers, red carpets, guests dressed in formal attire. The night was dedicated to art, to the celebration of talent... and to the memory of a ballerina who reemerged after years of disappearance.
"Carla Amaral: the triumphant return."
That was how the event had been announced.
Among those present, unaware of what destiny had prepared, was Eduardo Castro, there as a guest of honor for the award ceremony of influential CEOs in the global market.
His name was among those nominated for "Personality of the Year" in the business world.
But that night... he didn't feel great.
Not even complete.
He still felt the emptiness of Elisa's absence like a burning scar.
Mr. Castro... said the host, stay for the gala performance. We have a surprise. The reappearance of the most celebrated ballerina of recent years.
Eduardo nodded, trying to be cordial.
But deep down... he just wanted silence.
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The lights dimmed.
