She didn’t want the two of them anywhere near each other.
“What’s wrong with you?” Celina stopped, impatient.
“Maybe we should wait outside,” Thessaly said weakly. “It’s too crowded in here. I need some fresh air.”
Celina knew Thessaly had a medical condition. Her friend’s fragile health had been a constant throughout their friendship, requiring frequent accommodations and considerations.
She held out a hand reluctantly. “Fine. Let’s go.”
As she turned around, she glimpsed a familiar tiara over a throng of reporters’ heads. The woman’s face was blocked from view by the press of bodies, but something about the posture, the way she carried herself, seemed familiar.
“That’s her!” She shouted excitedly. “That’s the model with the moon goddess dress! I want a picture with he
