Lily was at the party too, her orange hair a fiery beacon amid the crowd, but we ignored each other pointedly—her porcelain glare sliding past me like I was beneath notice.
The third male lead, Ryan Lightwood, lounged beside her in a crisp tuxedo, his sharp jaw set indifferent; they seemed to have arrived together, but thankfully, Ryan just spared me a cool once-over before dismissing me entirely.
I sat perched on a velvet chaise while Ivory mingled with guests—her black suit commanding attention, laughter booming from her circle.
My sapphire gown pooled elegant around my thickened thighs, chignon sleek, diamonds cool against my skin, but tension coiled tight in my chest.
Suddenly, my emerald eyes caught a male omega across the room—one with warm hazel eyes crinkling in shy laughter, lithe muscles rippling under sun-kissed skin, a scent of fresh rain and honey wafting faint but intoxicating, begging to be claimed. There's my dream omega.
