Kalev’s POV

By morning, my rejection at the Gala had already been repackaged into footage. There was commentary and carefully edited comments. I watched it on the TV, my heart heavy.

Everyone knew. Everyone in the city and everyone in the sectors. Her shocked place replayed over and over. She turned around. Her dress brushed the floor. Then she ran out.

Fragments of the night flashed through my mind. The look on her face. The way the council had smugly congratulated me after for doing the right thing.

I left the gala shortly after the rejection. I knew that Senna would be in the guest room. I gave her space...