Fastening each button carefully, her movements were slow, as if she were performing a solemn and sacred task.
"No."
A slight smile crossed her lips. Avery Jane fastened the last button of her blazer and looked at herself in the mirror. Black and white contrasted, appearing as pure as an ink painting.
She silently prayed, hoping her father would give her all the courage and inspiration.
Sometimes, it's not about wanting to do something; it's as if there's a massive force behind all events, pushing you forward, orchestrating things to happen one after the other, making her trapped in between, rising and falling, unable to free herself.
