Kaidaira's POV
I stood by the corner of the ballroom, taking notes of people desperately trying to make meaningful connections before the Gala came to an end.
I was supposed to be among those desperate people, smiling at perfect strangers, trying to make myself more interesting in hopes that I might reel one in.
I could spot Diara there in her perfect ball gown and sparkly jewelry - she was the sun. She was that beautiful and she was even more confident…she was nothing like me, a wallflower.
And when the highly awaited prince entered the room, everyone stopped to stare, myself included.
I must have been really blind to not have seen it.
Merely looking at him, should have hinted at the fact that he was werewolf royalty and one day he will be the leader of the free world.
He looked nothing like Jack Rebel, who was barefooted and missing a jacket.
I saw the way Diara's face lightened up like she was a child and he was her favorite play toy.
