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Chapter 67. Helena POV
Ignoring Kyra’s protests and openly defying Alexander’s instructions to remain safely inside, I quickly pushed my way through the servants and residents of the castle. I completely forgot there was a whole ballroom of guests and family members expecting a ceremony to take place until I heard the strains of violins gearing up to play the entrance music.
Feeling the guilt on Ivan’s behalf I quickly headed into the room. The whole room beamed at me, ready for a celebration of true love. The ballroom was decorated with wildflowers and ivy, so many different flowers I hadn’t seen since living in Five Lakes. Ivan and Azalea must have picked out together. They had shared a life for eight months, the same length as me and Alex. To walk away from that must be absolutely killing Ivan.
Fyre nudged me into action, I was a Luna, this was no occasion to be weak and sentimental. Steeling myself I headed to the top of the room where the crowd gave me benevolent smiles of expectation
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