CELESTE’S POV
The mirror loved me tonight.
I stood in front of it, soaking in every inch of my reflection as Abby zipped up the back of my dress.
The gown—gold, encrusted with crystals that caught the light like I was born in it—fit me like destiny. Not a wrinkle out of place. Not a single flaw in sight.
A hundred times better than the stupid dress Sera wore to the gala.
“I look like a goddess,” I declared.
“You are a goddess.” Emma grinned, adjusting one of the gold cuffs on my wrist. “Kieran’s going to choke on his own tongue when he sees you.”
I laughed, the sound light and effortless. “Good. Maybe he’ll stop grumping about expenses long enough to remember what he’s been missing out on.”
Abby stepped back, her eyes gleaming. “All of LA’s elite wolves will see you tonight. No one can deny who you are after this.”
Kieran’s Luna.
I’d waited long enough. Played the patient, grieving fool while Sera stomped around like a tragic shadow. But tonight? Tonight was mine.
