ALAN POV
Walking into the grand hall with Amber on my arm had been one of the best moments of my life. For once, I didn’t have to hide how much I loved her, how much she meant to me—and to my brothers. Holding her hand, feeling the warmth of her fingers entwined with mine, I could finally show the world who she was to us.
My brothers flanked us on either side, all three of us protective and proud, while my jewel glowed like the goddess she was. Her dress, a soft emerald green, perfectly matched the flecks in her turquoise eyes. She looked regal, even if she didn’t see it herself.
And then *she* showed up.
Rose. The queen of manufactured drama, fake tears, and attention-seeking nonsense.
Goddess, I hate her. She’s a spoiled brat who’s made it her mission to screw up our lives.
