Mirellie
The moment Calliope spoke, I understood exactly what was happening.
While everyone else saw a pregnant woman who looked pale and unwell, I saw my sister. I had spent my entire life knowing her, and I knew she hadn't crossed the ballroom because she suddenly felt sick.
She had walked over because Evander was dancing with me and because people were watching. And also because this was the perfect place to put me in an impossible position.
Calliope stood before us with one hand resting protectively over her stomach. She looked pale beneath the ballroom lights, and her lower lip trembled slightly. It was a convincing performance. Maybe it wasn't entirely a performance. She was pregnant, after all. But she had chosen this moment for a reason.
I looked around the room. Enough people
