From Shadow to the Longest Sun
A cold, triumphant smile settled on her lips—sharp, certain.
She straightened her spine, smoothing the satin of her gown with slow, possessive precision.
Her gaze lifted to the altar, her chin held high. Tonight, at midnight, the future she plotted for will finally be within her grasp.
As for Lena?
She was already being erased from the story.
The ceremony commenced. Celia’s face glowed with a radiant, triumphant light. Finally. At last.The crown was hers.
Midway through the rites, a phone vibrated.
Celia’s grip on his arm tightened imperceptibly. “Not now,” she breathed, her voice a blend of honey and steel. “Let it be. Perhaps the first gift for our baby has arrived.”