Celia had suspected that having to stand by and watch one of her oldest friends try to seduce Lucas was going to be a painful ordeal.
She'd been right.
Actually, it turned out to be a thousand, a million times worse than what she'd been dreading.
She forced herself to sit calmly at the royal high table for dinner that night, her face the very picture of sweetness and serenity despite the occasional wave of queasiness.
She didn't so much as blink when she saw Lauren boldly approach Lucas as soon as the plates were cleared and the musicians began to play.
The foolish man then actually nodded and agreed to dance with her. Was he out of his mind?
The jealousy burned like an ugly fire under her skin as she watched them dancing, Lauren taking every opportunity to press herself up against him and aiming the occasional smug look at Celia. They made a handsome looking pair.