Standing there at the back, watching that tall guy and pretty girl slowly disappear together, Celestia's usually clear eyes were now clouded with a faint hint of gloom.
They looked so perfect together-he was handsome, she was beautiful-and the way they moved around each other felt effortless, like they knew what the other was thinking without needing to say a word.
That closeness, that ease-it screamed couple goals.
And for some reason, there was this dull ache blooming in her chest. The bitterness slowly creeping across her delicate face was something even she didn't notice.
As she stepped out from behind the curtains, her gaze stayed locked on the direction they had vanished into. Her thoughts drifted-maybe Marigold was right.
Maybe it really was time for her to hand ove
