SERAPHINA’S POV
When Maya shoved her phone in front of my face, I almost cramped while I was stretching.
“Can you believe this?”
I squinted, reading the headline.
‘Alpha Kieran Blackthorne to Host Intimate Soirée with Future Luna, Celeste Lockwood.’
The photo attached was grotesquely polished—Celeste in a backless gown, coy smile in full bloom, clutching Kieran’s arm like he was a flight risk.
I barely recognized the man beside her. He looked like a wax figure. Too still. Too stiff. Too… not him.
Maya snorted as she pulled the phone back, her face twisted in a sneer.
“‘Intimate soirée’? Please. That s**t is posted on basically every media outlet in LA. She probably hired half of LA’s photographers to make sure every angle of her new nose job gets coverage.”
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