I stare at myself in the full-length mirror. The suit is perfect. Sharp lines, dark fabric that drinks the light. I run my fingers through my silver hair one last time, settling it into something that looks deliberately effortless. Today is important.
More than important. It's the day.
A soft smile touches my lips as I look at my reflection. Today, Angel is going to meet his male lead.
The thought sends a giddy, almost childlike thrill through me. After all the plotting, the scheming, the awkward confrontation with Moon Arden… today, the pieces finally click into place.
My sweet Angel will stand in the same room as the man written in the stars for him. I'll get to see it happen with my own eyes.
Then, like a cold splash of water, last night's memory flashes back.
The moonlit library. His face leaning in. The breath of space between our lips. The shattered look in his eyes when I pulled away.
My smile fades in the mirror.
Was he really trying to kiss me?
