CHAPTER 45

As I stand here outside the buzzing club in a short red dress, high heels, a bold red lip and perfectly placed blonde wig, I look powerful.

I don't feel it.

I remember something that felt so insignificant before but not anymore.

There was a time I was obsessed with Harry Potter books. I loved the magical world J.K Rowling created. I loved everything about it, the magic school, the fantastic beasts and even the challenges faced by the trio every year.

Reading about their heroic actions made me feel like a hero inside. The one thing I never understood was Albus Dumbledore's theory of love. I couldn't understand how love could be the most powerful weapon known to both man and magic kind.

Now I do.

My love for Grace has given me so much strength that I'm standing here in dangerous waters knowing that one wrong move could cost me my life but I'm still here and I'm willing to go through anything and everything just to get her back.