The ambience froze the moment Lucy arrived. Every gaze snapped toward her, as though she were some breathtaking omen of a beautiful apocalypse.

'It’s the dress,' she assured herself, releasing a tight, nervous sigh as she stepped into the same hall where Georgia and Falcon’s wedding ceremony had once taken place.

Starlight seemed to pour down her gown, shimmering with every step. The attention prickled across her skin, thrilling and unbearable all at once. She couldn’t tell whether she was being judged or adored; she only knew every pair of eyes was locked on her. Eyes she desperately wished she could ignore.

For a second, she wanted to disappear, wanted...