The Barefoot Boy’s Dance Revealed Her Father’s Hidden Fear

of the armrest.

Marcus saw it.

His eyes widened.

“Bella?”

She pressed the hidden activation switch.

The brace responded.

A soft mechanical hum rose beneath her dress.

Gasps rippled through the ballroom.

The support frames tightened along her legs. Slim graphite rods aligned from thigh to ankle. Knee locks engaged with a muted click. A faint blue indicator continue reading …