Selene could only sit at the table and grit her teeth.
She had wanted to sit close to Aiden; to relish the proximity she had seen Arwen enjoying for days. But now …
Aiden sat in the farthest end from her —beside Arwen —as if that seat had always been his.
Why?
Why could things never work in her favour? Wasn't she only asking one thing? One man?
Why couldn't the universe give her the man she had always desired?
Her fingers curled into tight fists when she saw Aiden dismissing the maid beside Arwen and serving his wife himself. His touch, his gaze, the way he leaned just a little closer as he placed food on her plate …
That was her place … her damn place.
"Ms. Martin, do you need anything else?" the maid near her asked hesitantly, carefully placing a bowl on Selene's side.
Selene's glare snapped toward her, fury twitching in her jaw.
Just as she was about to speak, Carla moved beside her and subtly intervened.
