SERAPHINA'S POV
I stared down at the text I had sent Kieran this afternoon after Miss Brenner's phone call.
'Daniel's PTC at six.'
And his reply: 'I know. I'll be there.'
I'd dreaded seeing him again after the kiss, a knot of unease and discomfort pulling at my stomach.
But all that feeling crystallized into something far more potent—raw, white-hot fury—the moment a pair of ludicrously expensive designer heels clicked into my line of sight.
I looked up, and my blood went cold.
Celeste.
She stood in the center of the classroom beside Daniel’s desk, a vision of polished perfection in the latest season's couture, as if she'd descended from Mount Olympus. She lowered her sunglasses, her gaze sweeping the room before landing on me.
“Is this the seat for Daniel’s parents?” she asked, her voice saccharine sweet, pointing to the empty chair beside mine. “I’m the designated representative for the meeting.”
