Chapter 11: At All Cost

Sixteen Years Later

The hall was filled with people, people of high class, sophisticated bourgeoisies. Everyone wore a happy face now and then, a little smile to greet the person next to them. Even if it wearies them, they had to keep that attitude so they don’t look odd.

By the telling of their clothes, you would know they are people who would never come across on the streets. Even the smell of them screamed affluence. And if you look closely, you could tell that there were classes higher than some. You could see the expression on everybody’s face. You could tell when someone is being looked up to and taken in awe. And you can tell when another person is being looked down on. That’s the difference, the difference in class.

“I have been searching with my eyes and I am yet to find my daughter”. Fabian said. He was hugging the hand of a woman. And she was clinging to him as well.

Katherine, once his mistress, now his wife. She has been by his side as his wife for sixteen years. They