Alaric smiled gently, but I could barely stand the sight of him.
“Calla’s finally home. We’re having a celebration at the Royal Club tonight. Dress nicely, okay?”
The moment he mentioned Royal Club, my entire body tensed. A chill ran through me.
“I’m not feeling well today. I think I’ll stay home.”
His expression turned stormy in an instant.
“You still refuse to go? Calla suffered so much abroad because you forced her to leave. Now she’s back, and you won’t even attend her welcome party?”
“She doesn’t hold grudges, but you insist on spoiling her night?”
Without waiting for an answer, Alaric grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the door, ignoring the fact that I was heavily pregnant.
When we arrived at the Royal Club and the doors swung open, every eye in the room turned to me.
I could feel it—mockery, lewd curiosity, and cruel anticipation.
“Well, well… the guest of honor is finally here.”
Calla gave me a mocking smile before grabbing my arm and pulling me to the center of the dance floor.
I stopped and looked at her, my face paling as my patience thinned.
"Aren’t you the protagonist tonight?" I asked, my voice cold.
She covered her mouth and let out a soft, smug laugh.