CELESTE'S POV
Seraphina was the bane of my fucking existence.
The moment she stepped onto that red carpet in that star-splashed gown, with her hair all done up like she belonged among royalty, I knew everything would go wrong.
It was like living in a twisted version of Cinderella, where I was the stepsister and my rotten, ragged sister had somehow undergone a transformation that garnered the attention and adoration of everyone in the vicinity.
Including Kieran.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, he hadn't been able to take them off, not even noticing me fuming right next to him.
It was fucking unbelievable. I was the one who drew attention like moths to a flame. I was the one who always stood out in a crowd.
It wasn't enough that she'd stolen my man, now she had to steal my spotlight?
And then there was that fucking horrible speech.
