MIRABEL POV.
I stood on the balcony, champagne flute in hand, watching the fireworks light up the night sky. The explosions of color were beautiful, but they did little to distract me from the mess that had unfolded tonight. After Vivian’s little “moment of fame” and the Luna’s dramatic exit to her chambers, the dinner party had fizzled out faster than a sparkler in the rain. Honestly, I should’ve been used to these kinds of nights by now. Drama and I? We go way back.
Everyone was watching me tonight, so I did what any self-respecting girl would do: I grabbed a glass of wine and pretended to be unbothered. Keyword: pretended. Inside, I was a swirling mess; I did not know whether to feel anger or relief. Was I happy Ash hadn’t thrown me to the wolves? Yes. Was I furious that he ignored me
