Lingering Scents

(Kaelen’s POV)

The party was alive with color and magic.

Music soared, dresses twirled, and the scent of spiced wine clung to the air—but none of it mattered.

I had planned every second of this night... right down to the seat she would sit on.

Neva.

The moment my parents approved it, I didn’t move until I asked Thalia. It was her day, and I wasn’t about to ruin it with my regrets or selfishness.