Selene rose abruptly from her seat, her gown sweeping dramatically around her ankles. Anna, still beside her, muttered something, but Selene didn’t hear.
She was already storming toward the entrance where Freya lingered, still arm-in-arm with Maya. The whispers in the hall grew louder as people turned to watch. Selene liked being watched, but not like this...not when the attention wasn’t hers to command.
She stopped just a few feet away from Freya, eyes narrowing, her lips curling in disdain. “You must be shameless,” she spat, her voice sharp enough to slice through the murmurs of the room. “To come out here dressed like that, parading yourself around as if you belong in this hall. As if you belong to him.”
The crowd stiffened at the anger in her words.
Before Freya could answer, Maya
