Zephyra's POV

I checked my reflection in the mirror one more time, smoothing my fingers over the silky material of the floor-length red dress I was wearing.

Hopefully with an outfit that gorgeous, and expensive, I should fit in with all the other guests at the gala.

I turned away from the mirror and checked the time. Lirael would be there soon to collect me. The thought had a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies beating their wings in my stomach. I hadn’t seen him since we got back from the ...