Chloe couldn't help but furrow her brow as she trailed behind Connor and the rest, stepping into the grand theater. The place was aglow with lights, and Chloe's gaze was instantly snagged by the stage.
There stood Claire, draped in a striking red costume. Her movements were graceful, her flowing sleeves mimicking drifting clouds, and as she sang, her voice sliced through the air like a knife, laden with haunting sorrow and melancholy. Her body swayed gently, matching the depth of lament in her voice.
Chloe wasn't well-versed in opera and had no clue what Claire's song was about. Yet, she felt every note was like a cry from the depths, echoing with an ancient sorrow.
"... a cruel sword falls from above, tearing mother and child apart, life’s gatherings and partings are unpredictable, the fickleness of the world is beyond grasp..."
Curious about Connor's reaction, Chloe stole a glance at him. Given how much he cared for Claire, the lyrics should have struck him as ironic. But Connor's face remained a mask of indifference, his eyes cold and detached, as if he were looking at a stranger.
As they entered, Claire's singing came to a halt, her eyes drifting to the entrance. Only four people had come: Kash, Chloe, Pax, and Connor. Her gaze bypassed the others, locking onto Connor.
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