Prologue

"Are you not comfortable?"

A thirteen-year-old Sylvia flinched at the sudden voice from behind. Startled, she turned around and slowly let her tensed muscles relax upon glancing at Xavier. Xavier Walker. The eldest son of the host of the party she was standing in.

Her family had been just around, meeting everyone while she quietly found herself a corner to slip away from the eyes of people.

"I am fine," she mumbled, with a small nod.

"My friends are over there. Would you like to meet them? Seeing you standing alone here is a little unsettling for me. And, after all, this is our party. It's our responsibility to make sure that everyone is having a good time." Xavier stood there firm with his words.

"It's okay. I am good here."

Just as Sylvia finished, Xavier stepped up to stand right beside her. "I shall keep you a company then! You are giving me a natural vibe to be here... with you. If you do not want me to stand here, I will go there and stand on a little distance but I am not leaving you alone. I am with you. Remember that always!"