Serenity's POV
I glance around the hall, taking in the press and the elites who surround us. Their faces are sharp with curiosity, anticipation, the quiet kind of thrill that comes when they know they’re witnessing drama that will echo through every headline tomorrow. I can see cameras poised, flashbulbs ready, microphones trained on us. Every eye is a lens, every gaze another potential threat. My frustration spikes.
Celestine stands beside Kaelen, her posture perfect, composed, untouchable. She’s smirking, almost imperceptibly, and it drives me wild. She’s claiming what is mine, parading it in front of the world, and everyone else seems to be hypnotized by her perfection. Kaelen’s eyes flick between us, torn and uncertain, and even that—his hesitation—isn’t enough to settle my racing he
