C17 Laura is your mate

ARTHUR

I watch her approach the stage with much confidence and commanding respect. I feel a wave of pain attack my brain as the memory of the night of the moon curse floods in all of a sudden. "Who the hell is she?" I mutter to myself.

She seems to look straight at me, clinging her ring on the wine glass. "You seem to remember me now," she says, staring into my eyes. Gradually