Cloe POV
Storm's face when he saw me being wheeled to him was a photo moment; his surprise was evident, and his look boosted my confidence. Everyone that I greeted complimented on my dress, hair, and the wheelchair that Penny worked so hard on. I tried to push some of the compliments to those who helped get me ready. But they brushed that away, as if they already knew someone had to have helped. I wasn't sure whether to accept all the praise or if it was all false, because it was obvious I needed help. My confidence dwindled with each compliment, rather than rising. Stupid, I know, but being someone who had never received them before coming here, it was hard to accept all this as nothing more than a cover to look good while networking with the family for whatever reason. In the end, I onl
