That year, I was no longer alone. Who said otherwise? At the age of 16, she met the warmest light in her life—Arlo Seys. From then on, she was never alone again; thoughts and love were all dominantly occupied by someone named Arlo Seys.
Arlo Seys's singing lingered for a long time before everyone emerged from his deep, pleasant, and tender emotional world, followed by a burst of applause in the private room.
Ariel Morris sat in the corner, gently applauding, then downed another glass of wine, her eyes continuing to be lowered, quiet and still.
Arlo Seys sat between Dawn Sutherland and Nico Haynes, putting down the microphone in his hand, glancing at Ariel Morris out of the corner of his eye, his thin lips pressing into a line.
"Boss Seys, your Little Girl Morris has drunk a lot, are you sure you don't want to check on her?" Nico Haynes nudged Arlo Seys with his elbow, suggesting.
