She Was Sitting In My Front-Row Seat Holding My Novel — Smiling Like She Had Stolen My Life

If I grabbed my book from Celeste’s hands, he would say violent.

If I walked away, he would say I had abandoned my seat voluntarily.

So I stood still.

I breathed through the burn in my throat.

I let the ballroom watch.

Then I gave Celeste a smile so soft it made her blink.

“Keep it warm,” I said.

Graham’s expression flickered.

Just a flicker.

That was the first continue reading …