Kathryn was furious. She hadn't smiled all evening, not since Lilith stepped into the ballroom in that red dress, the one that clung to her like a second skin, stealing every pair of eyes in the room.
Especially the prince's.
Her jaw tightened, fingers curled so tightly around her glass that her knuckles turned white. She was trying—really trying—to enjoy the festivities with her friends, but she could hardly keep her eyes, or her thoughts, away from Lilith and the prince as they made their way to the center of the ballroom. The prince was shamelessly touching her, looking at her like she was someone special.
"Kathryn, I've been talking to you for over ten minutes now," Harriet's voice cut sharply through her thoughts. "You look like you're about to shatter that glass."
"I might, very soon." Kathryn replied, not looking at her.
Harriet stepped beside her, following her gaze. "He's dancing with her. Quite romantically, if I may add. Do you see that, Kathryn?"
