~ Stephano

I didn’t look at her. Not directly. But I saw her.

I saw her the moment I walked into the ballroom. The moment I adjusted my cufflinks, gave that rehearsed, lazy smirk to the sponsors by the entrance, and turned my head just in time for the fucking lights to hit her like a goddamn spotlight.

Camilla.

Her back was to me at first. And I swear to God, my fists clenched before I even knew why. That dress, the obsidan one with the slit that flirted with her thigh every time she turned too fast, it was cut to make men fall to their fucking knees. Thin...