Vivienne POV

Isla had barely disappeared through the balcony doors before I moved.

Finally.

She had been attached to his side all evening like she owned something that wasn't hers. She thought she was better than me just because he had invited her as his partner tonight.

Well. After this evening, when he had finally gotten what he needed from her, he would forget she existed. She could paint her face all she wanted. She was still just a bland, boring girl underneath it all.

I settled into Isla's empty seat.

"It's good to see you, Lucian," I said warmly. Using a man's first name always worked. It made them...