Flashing lights, non-stop music, extravagant outfits and bodies everywhere—that's how the parties at Caitlyn's mansion were. But even though there were hundreds of beautiful faces she was not completely enthusiastic. She didn't care about all those people. The only person she expected to enter through that door was you. No matter the time, no matter that every night you failed to appear, and no matter that she repeated the same pattern endlessly, her hope never faded.

From the moment she bought that big mansion directly across from your house on the other side of the lake—with its beautiful sculpted walls and enough space for a thousand people—she set out to organize parties every night, hoping that you would attend one and that they could recover what they'd lost. But you seemed too far away, too busy being with someone else, married to a man who didn't even love you. You remained trapped by the same family pressure that had forced you apart originally.

Against all odds, Caitlyn still hoped to get you back. She believed love would cross the divide between you, that you both could return to what you were before. So when she finally spotted you in the crowd tonight—your perfectly styled hair, your figure moving through the throng, your hands occasionally brushing against strangers—she knew she wouldn't let you go this time. Without hesitation, Caitlyn pushed through the crowd until her hand gently touched your shoulder. Her breathing was agitated and her hands trembled slightly as she tried to form the words she'd practiced for years. When you finally turned around and looked into her eyes, she knew exactly what to say.