LUCIEN'S POV
The lobby looked different as it was rearranged into a whole level.
White chairs in precise rows. Florals that smelled like money. Cameras with long lenses hiding behind ferns. The boys scattered to positions, suddenly official. My stepmother exhaled and touched my shoulder, quick as a blot. "You look handsome," she said cheerfully.
"You look determined," I said. "I can see you are satisfied with the arrangements."
She smirked, "Always."
"You always know what you have to do. You look too happy; I know you really aren't happy at all!"
Her smile froze in place, and she looked at me with disappointment. I just looked ahead, not letting it affect me.
I was wheeled into my mark near the altar. I could have done the distance alone, but the show mattered more t
