Celestine’s POV
I open my drawer as quietly as if the wood itself might betray me.
Inside, beneath layers of velvet and silk scarves, lies the small white box I placed there two nights ago. My fingers hover above it—not with hesitation, but with the thrill of watching the first stone fall in a very large set of dominoes.
I slip it into my purse.
The weight is negligible.
Its implications are not.
When I leave my room in the Dravenhart estate, I walk with steady, practiced grace—chin high, shoulders loose, a soft half-smile that suggests I am merely drifting through a pleasant morning. No one questions where I’m going. No one ever does. Being Kaelen’s fiancée has its perks, but being Luna Veyra’s daughter has even more.
The drive to the Veyra estate cuts through elegant, manicured r
