Ch - 7
The event ended.
People slowly walked out of the hall. The lights dimmed. The noise faded.
And destiny moved quietly.
Four times.
They crossed each other four times.
Near the entrance.
Beside the gallery wall.
Close to the staircase.
And once in the main hall — only a few steps apart.
Each time, the air shifted.
A strange pause.
A feeling.
A pull.
But they did not meet.
Not once.
Raffy stepped outside and walked toward his car. Calm on the outside, unsettled within.
He sat down. The car started moving toward his mansion.
His phone rang.
Susie.
"Sir, there is an after party for this event. You have to attend."
Raffy sighed softly. "But Susie—"
"No excuses, sir. Thank you so much," she replied sarcastically and hung up.
He smiled slightly. His staff were more like friends.
A message followed:
Sir, go home and rest. It starts at 7 pm. The driver will come to pick you up. Just get ready.
Raffy reached home, changed, and lay down for a while.
One hour passed.
6 pm.
He woke up, took a shower, and got ready.
On the way to the after party venue, something suddenly came to his mind.
The bookmark.
At one of the art counters earlier, he had seen a sunflower bookmark. He had paused for a second when he saw it.
It looked exactly like the one Luna had once made.
From the sunflower he had given her.
He had not bought it at that moment.
What he didn't know was that the bookmark belonged to Luna's counter.
The same counter he had stood in front of.
The same place where she had been moments before.
He had admired her work without knowing it was hers.
Now, while driving, he felt the urge to go back and buy it.
Not because it was just art.
But because it felt like a memory he never stopped carrying.
Very softly, almost unconsciously, he whispered,
"Oh… Luna."
Now this is perfectly aligned with destiny playing silently.