Claire stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. The emerald-green gown hugged her figure perfectly, shimmering under the soft lighting. Lincoln had insisted she look dazzling, and that, she did. She looked elegant. Graceful. Powerful. Like a Langston.
But inside, she didn't feel like one.
She heard Logan's voice from downstairs. “Hurry up, Claire. You can't make us wait for you!” She hurriedly went downstairs and Lincoln and Logan were already finished, waiting for her.
Her eyes scanned the room in search of Luther, but he wasn't there. He didn't take the news about the party so well.
Lincoln nodded in approval. “You look perfect, Claire.”
“All that time wasted just to appear like this?” Logan attacked.
“Quiet Logan. You two better behave at that party, I
