Kit’s feet were beginning to hurt, despite the comfortable shoes she had on, and she knew she’d consumed a bit too much wine. Though she hadn’t quite danced with every single Representative, she’d at least spoken to all of them, so she decided it was time to call it a very long night.

She glanced around the room and saw Jate, still standing near Cassius, where he’d been positioned most of the evening. They were both so handsome, yet so different looking. Cassius’s mop of dark brown, curly hair went in every which direction. His shoulders were so broad, and he had to be at least four inches taller than...