Aurora's POV
As I stormed out of the event hall, my heels clicking loudly on the pavement, the cool night air hit my face. But it did little to calm the anger boiling inside me.
My hands were shaking, and my chest was rising and falling quickly as I made my way to my car.
I leaned against the door, taking a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
Why had I done that? Why had I let Katrina get to me like that?
I could still see the drink splashing on her, the look of shock on her face.
A part of me felt satisfied, but another part of me wondered if it was worth it.
“Quite the scene you caused in there,” came a voice from behind me.
I turned to see Lucian standing a few feet away, his hands in his pockets and that ever-present smirk on his face.
“What do you want, Lucian?” I snapped.
