Katy The auction hall was all crystal chandeliers and old money. It's the kind of place where my borrowed dress felt like a costume. I stayed close to Nova as she walked through the room like she owned it. A waiter appeared and Nova ordered us French 75s without asking what I wanted. Of course she did. "Darvis is here," she said suddenly, scanning the crowd. I followed her gaze. "Your mate?" She nodded and pressed her glass into my hand. "You will be fine for a bit, right? After all, you don't need me to shine tonight.” She winked. "Nova…" I started my protest but she was already gone, weaving through the crowd. For a moment, I stood there, dumbfounded. "Unbelievable," I muttered, taking a sip of the fizzy drink. It tasted expensive and unfamiliar, just like everything else in this room. I was debating whether to find a corner to hide in when a voice I had hoped never to hear again cut through the noise. "Katy?" My hand tightened around the glass. Slowly, I turned. Jera
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