And There I am

Lorraine had always known how to enter a room—how to make people pause mid-sentence, smile without knowing why, and lean just a little closer as if she carried some invisible secret worth stealing. She was the one they sought for introductions, for whispered counsel over champagne, for the kind of conversation that left people believing in their own importance. A professional to the core, cultured to the last detail, she moved through life with a restless elegance, never lingering too long in one place, one role, or one heart. Her talent was rare: she didn't just meet people—she made them feel met. And in return, life seemed to tilt in her favour, handing her opportunities others called "luck."Yet beneath the warm laughter and candlelit dinners, there were shadows—quiet betrayals that taught her even the most glittering circles could turn sharp. Love would brush her fingertips, only to slip away when she reached for it. Still, Lorraine learned to dance between the moments, to rise after the fall, and to turn wounds into armour. Her ultimate triumph would not come from the parties, the admirers, or the carefully curated connections. It would arrive from the one place she had never thought to look—a place where chance and choice would conspire to change everything.