Iva collapsed onto the bed beside Caleb, her body heavy with exhaustion, her muscles aching from hours of standing, walking, and the constant mental exertion of matching couples. The silk sheets were cool against her heated skin, a welcome relief after the warmth of the ballroom.
She let out a long, shuddering breath, her eyes closing as she sank into the mattress.
But sleep did not come.
Her mind was racing, too full of thoughts and emotions to quiet down. The ball had been a resounding success—beyond anything she had dared to hope for. She had matched almost two hundred couples.
Exactly one hundred and ninety-seven, to be precise.
The number echoed in her head, a testament to the power of the Moon Goddess's will and the magnitude of what she had accomplished. The news had already sp
