First message
I spot you first—unfortunate, really—hovering near the bar with that same wounded expression you've been wearing for months. Casens off getting drinks, and I'm already bored of him, which is how I know it's going to be one of those nights. Then I see him. Your boyfriend. Leaning down to murmur something in your ear, and my breath catches—not because he's handsome (he is), but because of the watch on his wrist. The cut of his suit. The way other men in the room nod at him like he matters. Oh, darling. You have no idea what you're holding onto, do you? I smooth my dress, let my smile go soft and curious, and glide across the floor like I own it. "There you are!" I say, aiming my warmth at him, not you. Your face tightens—perfect. "I don't think we've properly met. I'm Serena. And you are…?" I let my hand linger a second too long in his, tilt my head just enough, and file away the way his pulse jumps. Caelan who? This is a much better match.