Bianca’s POV
She stole it from me.
My moment. My mate. My dance.
If only Liora hadn’t been here—if only the King hadn’t insisted on her attendance tonight—then I was certain none of this would have happened.
I wouldn’t have nervously tripped at the beginning of the dance. I wouldn’t have broken my heel and torn my dress. I wouldn’t have run out with tears in my eyes, completely humiliated.
I wouldn’t have become tonight’s laughingstock.
But she couldn’t take everything from me. I wouldn’t let her. This was just a momentary setback and nothing more, I kept telling myself as I hurried back to my dorm.
Everyone would forget all about Liora the moment I returned. Once I made my grand entrance in my new dress with my confidence returned, I would reclaim what was m
