ADINNA’S POV
The ballroom glows like sunlight trapped in crystal. Gold chandeliers hang above us, their lights spilling onto the very highly polished floor where bodies wave and laugh and flirt as if the world itself bends to meet them. Music pours from an invisible orchestra, something gentle and beautiful, but my heartbeat is too loud for me to discern. I stand at the edge of the room, fingers wrapped around a glass of mocktail I’ve barely touched, feeling like a ghost in a place made for stars.
Riley and Ashton are already lost in the sea of people. I can spot Riley's hair from anywhere, those red curls bobbing when she twirls, her laughter ringing above the music. Ashton twirls her, his arms clutching her waist, his gaze fixed only on her. They look good together. Complete. Whole. I
