Writer’s POV
Abigail stood stiffly beside the marble fountain, her manicured nails tapping the side of her crystal goblet. The party buzzed around her, sparkling gowns, whispered alliances, but she heard none of it.
Her lips parted in disbelief, trying to process what had just happened.
One second, Diana had been teetering on those ridiculous heels, and the next, someone had swept in like a storybook prince and ruined everything.
But who?
Which of the twins saved her?
The question burned.
Diana was supposed to be humiliated, not rescued. Not honored. Not… elevated.
Abigail’s sharp eyes scanned the crowd, rewinding the scene in her mind like a shattered mirror trying to reassemble itself. Brown hair. Strong jaw.
Kael?
No, he’d been on the far side of the hall. She was certain of i
