Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 52

Willow Horgan was a naturally cautious person who despised drawing attention to herself. Mr. Smith's highly public online search for her felt overwhelming, so after answering a few of his professional questions, she quickly logged off. The following evening after work, Willow headed to the gym Jade Yates had recommended. The facility was incredibly high-end, boasting state-of-the-art equipment and a spotless, modern interior. The moment she walked through the doors, a cheerful young receptionist with deep dimples greeted her. "Welcome! How can I help you today?" Stepping into a place like this made Willow deeply uncomfortable. She knew perfectly well that she had put on weight over the years, and as a defense mechanism, she usually hid her body beneath oversized, baggy clothes. But walking into a gym meant there was nowhere left to hide; her physique was going to be the central topic. "I'd like to get some information about a membership," she replied softly. "Absolutely. Do you have an appointment?" "No, I don't." It was her first time, and she hadn't realized she needed one. "That's perfectly fine," the receptionist smiled warmly. "Let me give you a tour first." The gym was massive, but the staff member was incredibly patient, explaining every detail of the facility. Willow was thoroughly impressed. "Can I start working out today?" "Of course," the receptionist nodded. "But before you begin, I'll need to take you to the locker room to change." "Change?" "Yes, we provide specialized workout apparel for our guests." "Do I have to?" Willow gripped the edge of her oversized sweater, her insecurities flaring. The receptionist looked a bit helpless, and Willow didn't want to make her job difficult. "Never mind, lead the way." The staff member picked out a set of deep navy-blue athletic wear for her. When Willow changed into it, she was surprised to find that it fit perfectly. It wasn't just the size; the color complemented her beautifully. She had a naturally luminous complexion, and the dark blue made her skin glow. With her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her delicate facial features were on full display, making her look incredibly fresh and radiant. Still, staring at her reflection in the mirror, a heavy wave of self-doubt washed over her. For years, the word 'heavyweight' had clung to her like a suffocating shadow. It wasn't just an insult anymore; it was an instinctual reaction that completely blinded her to any of her positive traits. Because she took so long in the dressing room, the receptionist peeked in to check on her. The moment the girl saw Willow, she let out a genuine gasp. "Oh wow, you look stunning in that set! The navy blue is absolutely your color." Willow shifted awkwardly. "You don't think it makes me look out of shape?" "Not at all! You might not be stick-thin, but you are definitely not out of shape. You have stunning curves, and this outfit highlights them perfectly." "Really?" Willow lifted her chin, truly looking at her reflection for the first time in years. "Absolutely! You have such delicate features and a wonderful aura. And your eyes—I've never seen such a beautiful shade of amber before. You're gorgeous." "Thank you," Willow said, choking up slightly. To the receptionist, it might have just been standard customer service praise, but to Willow, it meant the world. She had endured so much emotional abuse and manipulation that a single moment of genuine kindness felt incredibly precious.