The right to it.

The right to wear the beautiful thing in the light instead of keeping it in the dark on someone else’s instruction.

Victoria ran, and I let her go, and I did not spare her another thought, because she had never really been the point.

The necklace had never really been the point either.

I was the point, and I had just taken myself back.

And Julian — Julian dropped to his knees on the stage, in his custom tuxedo, in front of everyone, and looked up at me with wild pleading eyes.