But the thing that made my eyes sting as I turned to face that room was not the applause.

It was the feeling of finally, after three years, being allowed to be the whole size of myself in front of my own husband.

Chapter 7 — You Own Solstice

I faced the ballroom under the bright lights.

Lucan had gone gray.

Lavinia’s red gown no longer made her look powerful; it only made her impossible to overlook, a bright mark in the crowd everyone could now find.