Luna’s POV
The grand ballroom glittered under the warm glow of chandeliers, the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filling the air. The dinner party was extravagant, as expected—wealth dripped from every corner, from the crystal centerpieces to the silk gowns that trailed across the polished marble floors.
I stood beside Alexander, my hand resting in the crook of his arm, plastering on the perfect smile expected of me. But inside, I felt suffocated.
Everything about tonight felt wrong.
I hadn’t wanted to come, not after last night’s argument. But Alexander had insisted.
“Appearances matter, Luna.”
So here I was, playing the role of his dutiful wife, pretending that nothing was wrong.
But then I saw her.
Victoria.
She was draped in an emerald-green gown that clung to h
