#Chapter 128: Sisters

Iris The entire ballroom falls silent as Selina strides in looking like she wasn’t just in a coma yesterday. She’s fully decked out to the nines in a stunning silver ball gown, her hair and makeup utterly perfect. But her face is thunderous, cold gray eyes narrowed and fixed directly on me. Even after months in a coma, it seems her shrewdness has only intensified. People step out of her way as she cuts through the crowd without hesitating. Some look alarmed, but most just look excited by the drama unfolding. Margaret and the other Selina supporters I’d been warned about are practically buzzing. Arthur moves to stand in front of me, but I place a hand on his arm, recalling Veronica’s words. I won’t appear weak. Especially not tonight, on one of the most important nights of my life. Selina stops a few feet away, her eyes raking over me from head to toe. She takes in the wildflower gown, the expensive jewelry, my place at the center of a party clearly thrown