The Stand-In

"Let's go." Ian glanced at the woman beside him.

The color still hadn't fully returned to her face—she looked as delicate and vulnerable as ever, with a fragile tenderness that held its own subtle allure.

"Mm." Celine followed behind him, her steps careful and measured.

She was also quietly assessing her own body, worried that something might feel off.

Gloria had asked Grace to accompany Celine, a