Chapter 21 You'll Always Be My Enemy

• The hotel ballroom had been transformed into a cave of fabric and chaos. Assistants darted about with racks of gowns, photographers tested their cameras, and stylists fussed over their models hair and makeup. Seraphina sat quietly in one of the velvet lounge chairs, hands folded in her lap, letting the atmosphere wash over her.
• It was a dream come through that she was here.
• Her gaze wandered across the room and landed on Bianca.