Prince Harry's hand settled on my waist as Maria's voice cut through the murmur of the crowd. "Go get him, tiger!" Her enthusiasm contrasted sharply with the knot in my gut.
I shot her a glare over my shoulder, but she merely winked and raised her glass in a mock toast. I questioned, not for the first time, why I counted her as a friend.
A hush fell over the ballroom as Selly made her entrance. She glided across the floor, every step a display of perfection. Her manicured nails gleamed, impossibly long lashes framed eyes that surveyed the room with cool detachment. Golden hair cascaded down her back in immaculate waves. Even her heels seemed to caress the polished floor, defying the laws of physics.
The silence broke with a whisper that carried across the room. "She looks better than Ma
