ELENA .
I could feel the heat of a hundred gazes on my skin. The backless dress felt like an invitation for their eyes to linger on my spine, and I didn't shrink away; I held my head high instead.
"Is that the Queen?" I heard one girl whisper to her friend.
"Yes, she's the one who performed in the Luna trials and won."
Suddenly, a flash went off, then another, and another. People weren't even trying to be subtle anymore; they weren't trying to hide that they were doing it; they were just blatantly doing it.
They were taking pictures, making videos, documenting whatever. Vicky was still waving from the sofa, and when I finally reached her, she pulled me into a hug.
"Look at you!" she squealed.
"You look so good, and everybody can't keep their eyes off you," she shrieked, and I smil
