Chapter 22
Chapter 22:
Noelle, in a flowing white gown, stepped into the spotlight like something out of a dream. The fabric trailed behind her like mist, giving her an almost unreal presence—beautiful, serene, and untouched.
Then Ethan’s sharp gaze caught a comment flashing across the live chat. “I want to marry her p>
Someone was declaring their love for Noelle?
Ethan’s expression tightened. She was his wife.
At the venue, the air was heavy with admiration for Noelle.
Backstage, Willa dabbed at her lipstick, only to falter when she overheard the murmurs. People were saying Noelle outshone her. Her hand jerked, smearing the color across her lip.
ѕ𝘵𝗈𝘳𝘪еs y𝗈𝘶 𝘄𝘰𝗻’𝘁 𝗉𝗎t 𝗱о𝗐𝗇 o𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝗅ո𝗼𝘷е𝗹s.𝗰o𝗆
She couldn’t stand the sight of Noelle’s face.
Nearby, Gerard and Maxton froze for a moment, caught off guard by how striking Noelle looked.
Sure, they had always thought Noelle was attractive. But back when she lived with the Moss family, she had been nothing more than a quiet shadow—always eager to please, never standing out.
Now? She carried herself like someone who belonged on a pedestal.
On stage, a haunting melody drifted through the air.
Noelle faced the audience, her movements gentle and precise.
With each rise in the melody, she flowed with it—lifting her leg, stepping lightly, her arms sweeping gracefully through the air.
Her sleeves slipped just enough to reveal smooth skin and delicate wrists. Her fingers formed shapes that looked almost sculpted—each one deliberate, each one beautiful.
A soft breeze drifted in, lifting her silky hair and making the hem of her white gown flutter like gentle waves upon water.
From above, a shower of pure white petals began to fall, wrapping her in a scene so dreamlike that she looked like a being from another world—untouched, almost unreal.
Every step Noelle took seemed to blossom in sync with the music. She twirled with effortless grace, each movement as light and delicate as a petal unfolding in spring.
Every motion flowed seamlessly into the next—smooth, precise, and filled with a quiet, otherworldly beauty.
She danced as if the wind itself had taken form through her body.
The massive hall fell into a stunned silence—so still, so complete, you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone watched, completely mesmerized, as if the entire room had been drawn into her world.
Then, just as the music swelled, she leapt.
Her body extended into a flawless midair split before she landed as softly as a feather.
The hem of her gown swept across the stage, brushing the fallen blossoms, creating a moment so perfect it felt almost unreal.
As the music softened once more, Noelle lowered herself gracefully to the floor, her skirt spreading out like a flower in bloom. The petals around her made it seem as if she had grown from the very stage.
She looked like a celestial maiden brought to life from an ancient painting—her neck slender and elegant, her chin lifted gently as she gazed upward. Her eyes shimmered with a clear, radiant light, as though they held the calm wisdom of the skies themselves.
The lights on stage faded slowly, casting a soft shadow across the floor.