Scarlett's POV
The banquet hall shimmered with warmth, laughter, and gold-trimmed decadence—but all I felt was cold.
"Stop drinking, Scarlett. You'll get drunk." Kathleen tried to take the goblet from my hand, but I pulled it away.
I shook my head. "I won't."
Kathleen let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know what's going on between the two of you, but it's better for you both to communicate."
I finished the wine and shook my head. "We did communicate. He's hard to understand."
"Is it because of Jack?" she asked, raising her brows.
"I'm at fault," I admitted honestly. "But he shouldn't mind, right? After all, I'm just a broken luna seeking shelter from him."
Kathleen frowned and flicked my forehead. "Fool. Of course he's probably jealous that you're meeting men other than him. You should
