In the party hall, after making her rounds and greeting everyone, Emily finally stopped in a corner. It was tiring, but to Selene, right now, more than tiring, all of this was frustrating.
This evening, this party, these guests —everything was for her.
Yet not a single person looked at her the way they should. She was meant to shine tonight, but their focus and attention were drawn to one woman.
Arwen.
And that was unbearably frustrating.
Emily's fingers curled into fists as her gaze locked on Arwen, who stood there with an easy, almost serene expression.
While she had to make an effort to approach and introduce herself to everyone, Arwen simply stood in one spot, and people came to her on their own —eager to start a conversation, eager to be in her presence.
Why don't they treat them the same?
Wasn't this party meant for her? Weren't they all here to celebrate her important evening? Wasn't she going to be the heiress of the Quinn family?
