*Riaya’s POV*
I stood on the balcony, staring out into the night, but all I could feel was the echo of his kiss, his touch still lingering on my lips like an imprint I couldn’t shake. I couldn’t believe it had happened. Angel had kissed me—*he* kissed *me.* And I didn’t stop him. No, I had melted into it, letting myself drown in the sensation.
I looked down at myself, at the dress I had picked out so carefully for Kaya’s party. It was a soft lilac that hugged my curves just right, modest but still flattering, with thin straps that exposed my bare shoulders. I had paired it with my favorite silver sandals and delicate jewelry, hoping to blend in with everyone else while secretly hoping Angel might notice me. But not like *this*. Not like some afterthought, something he needed to get rid
