The doors of the Met museum opened, and it felt like every light in the building hit Maeve at once. Cameras clicked like crazy, and flashes lit up the hallway. Maeve moved slowly, her wine-red dress flowing around her like a pool of rubies. She didn’t rush. She stood tall, letting the photographers capture every angle. She knew she looked perfect, and she made sure the whole world saw it.
Across the big room, she spotted the table. It was the most important table in the building. Cassian sat there, looking very handsome in a black tuxedo that fit him perfectly. Next to him were Kevin, Julian, and Chloe.
Chloe’s face twisted the moment she saw Maeve. After their big fight at the bar, the last thing Chloe expected was to see Maeve walking in as the star of the night.
"Nice dress, Maeve,"
