Throughout dinner, various shifters come over to talk to Stone and our parents. No one tries to talk to me because they all know I don't matter. It should upset me, but I'm grateful that, outside of being present, nothing else is required of me.
When dessert is served, a plate isn't put in front of me. Everyone at my table has dessert and no one is saying anything or watching me for a reaction. Maybe this is a way to remind me I'm a prisoner, or maybe I'm back on the restricted diet my mother had me on in my teenage years. Either way, I don't really care.
When the dinner portion of the evening is over, the dancing portion begins. Stone stands and extends his hands to me and I have a flashback to the gala I attended with Killian, what feels like lifetimes ago. I would now be opening the d
