Dorian had Carina on his arm. The extremely beautiful woman wore a gown of deep burgundy that complemented her hair and eyes perfectly.
Where Willow felt clumsy and out of place, Carina moved with the natural grace of someone born to this world.
Where Willow's dress was simple and functional, Carina's was a work of art. Where Willow was nobody, Carina was everything a future Luna should be.
The contrast was so stark it made Willow's eyes burn with unshed tears.
"Steady," Magnus murmured, feeling her tense. "Don't let them see how much it affects you."
But how could she not be affected when Dorian was leading Carina onto the dance floor, his hand at her waist, his movements smooth and practiced?
When he positioned them just close enough that Willow would have to see them as Magnus turned her through the dance?
Their eyes met across the space between them, blue meeting gray, and the impact was like a nuclear bomb.
