Mirellie
The sight of them nearly made me stop walking.
Calliope looked beautiful. That wasn't surprising. Calliope always looked beautiful and tonight was no different. She was dressed to command attention.
Her pale blue gown shimmered beneath the chandelier lights and her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in perfect waves. She looked exactly like the woman everyone had expected to see sitting beside Evander tonight.
My mother looked equally polished. Equally elegant. Equally unhappy. Her eyes immediately narrowed. The look lasted only a second before she smoothed her expression into something more acceptable for public viewing, but the damage had already been done.
I had seen it. The resentment and the anger burning in her dark eyes.
Apparently, being publicly thrown out of her
