Celestine's POV
The door shuts behind Kaelen, and for a moment, I just stand there staring at it.
My hands are shaking. I curl them into fists until my nails dig into my palms.
He actually fvcking walked out on me.
I blink fast, trying to stop the tears before they start. My reflection in the mirror looks like someone else—eyes red, lipstick smudged, hair out of place. Unacceptable. I grab a tissue, fix my mouth, smooth my hair, and take one deep breath. No one can see me like this.
When I open the suite door, the hallway noise rushes in. A few heads turn as I step out. I know that look. They’re curious. Hungry. Waiting for something to gossip about.
“Celestine?” It’s Mara from PR, holding a flute of champagne. “There you are! People were wondering where you went. Kaelen’s not wit
