Chapter 39
**Celeste's POV**
The house feels like a graveyard after everyone leaves. Empty cups and dirty plates scatter across the patio like evidence of a crime. The platform where I stood as queen now looks pathetic in the moonlight, stained with pig's blood and my broken dreams.
I sit in my pristine white dress, still wearing the crown that feels heavier with each passing minute. My hands shake as I replay the night over and over in my head. The triumph. The laughter. The moment when I felt like I ruled the world.
Then him.
Ronan's voice cuts through my memory like a blade. The way he looked at me when he arrived. Not with love or admiration or even basic respect. With disgust.
"You went too far, Celeste."
The words circle in my head like vultures. He embarrassed me. In front of
