Chloe’s pov
"Enough."
Alma's voice cracked across the ballroom before she crossed the floor in a straight, unhurried line, her silver-streaked hair catching the candlelight, her gown trailing behind her like she hadn't bothered to hurry even now, and stopped directly between Megan and the small audience Megan had been performing for all night.
"You will not speak to the Luna of this house that way again." Alma's voice rose with authority. "Not in my ballroom. Not under my roof and especially while I'm still breathing."
Megan's face drained of color. "Alma, I only—"
"I heard what you said, word for word, and I watched you pour her the wine unprovoked." Alma didn't blink. "You will apologize to Chloe, and then you will leave this ball before you cause more trouble.”
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