Iris
Seeing them together breaks my heart all over again.
Arthur stands tall next to Selina, his hand resting on the small of her back as they chat with a small crowd of admirers. His Alpha President smile is perfectly in place, the one that graces magazine covers and campaign posters.
Selina laughs at something someone says, tossing her perfect hair over one shoulder, her red dress catching the light in a way that makes her look like she’s glowing. She leans into Arthur, whispering something in his ear, and he smiles down at her.
No. No, no, no.
Before the tears that are pricking at the backs of my eyes begin to spill, I duck behind a large sculpture, trying to steady my breathing. Just then, Hunter shows up with two champagne flutes, handing one to me.
“Are you al
