Chapter 39

**Celeste's POV**

The house feels like a graveyard after everyone leaves. Empty cups and dirty plates scatter across the patio like evidence of a crime. The platform where I stood as queen now looks pathetic in the moonlight, stained with pig's blood and my broken dreams.

I sit in my pristine white dress, still wearing the crown that feels heavier with each passing minute. My hands shake as I replay the night over and over in my head. The triumph. The laughter. ...