Lady Catalina's fingers trembled as she clutched her wine glass, watching them Lady Thalassa and Prince Ambrose move together like they had done this a thousand times before.
The way they moved in perfect rhythm, how their bodies aligned seamlessly, how Thalassa knew exactly how to draw out that slow, wicked grin from him.
Thalassa leaned in, whispering something that made him chuckle, low and knowing. Catalina shouldn't have cared.
She didn't care but then, Lady Thalassa's fingers dragged down Ambrose's chest and Catalina saw red.
'Shameless!' she cursed Thalassa in her heart.
She was shameless and Prince Ambrose allowed it. Catalina should have turned away. Should have walked out, should have let them have their stupid little history.
But she was trapped and Thalassa knew it because the moment the dance ended, the moment she and Ambrose separated. Thalassa turned, found Catalina in the crowd, and smirked.
