My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Chapter 43 SPONGEBOB BAND-AIDS

SERAPHINA’S POV

I had never danced like this before.

Not at any debutante ball. Not during etiquette class. Not even in the privacy of my own kitchen.

Lucian moved with effortless grace, his hand firm but not controlling against my waist, guiding me with the kind of assurance that made me feel like I could do anything—so long as I let go and followed his lead.

I wasn’t even aware of my feet anymore—just the warmth in his eyes and the comfort in his smile.

The music flowed through me, and for once, I didn’t think, didn’t worry about who was watching me or if I was performing well enough.

I just... moved.

When the song ended, the room erupted with applause again, though this time it wasn’t thunderous like during my speech. It was gentler, more appreciative—a wave of admiration and awe that blanketed us like snowfall.

Lucian leaned in, his breath brushing the shell of my ear. "You’re a natural."

I gave a breathless laugh, flushed from more than just the dance. "That was you. I just followed."

He pulled back slightly, brows lifting. "No, Sera. You met me step for step. That’s not following. That’s dancing."

The sincerity in his voice stirred something warm in my chest, but I couldn’t hold his gaze. Not when his words rattled loose a memory out of the cache I’d long buried.

Years ago. A different ballroom. Different music. My feet in delicate slippers, my body trembling as I tried to find the rhythm.

Ethan’s jaw clenched in frustration as I stumbled yet again.

"You’re off again." His voice was angry and tight. "Try to keep up."

He stepped away, pinching the bridge of his nose, muttering something about Celeste never needing this much instruction.

That’s how it always was—there wasn’t a single thing I did that I wasn’t compared with my younger sister.

He’d given up on me with a frustrated sigh, mumbling about how I’d never measure up and that I lacked potential.

I’d stayed late that night, long after everyone else had left—after shooting sneers and snide comments my way.

I practiced in front of the mirror until my legs ached and my toes blistered. Every night, alone in that ballroom until I got better.

But by then, it didn’t matter. No one ever asked me to dance again at galas and balls. Not unless Celeste was already occupied.

And even then, I was always a last resort, and my partner was too grumpy about getting the short end of the stick to appreciate how hard I’d worked.

"Sera?" I blinked, coming back to the present. To Lucian. To the flicker of concern in his eyes. "Where’d you go?"

"Nowhere." I forced a smile, pushing the memory out of my head, shelving it with the rest I’d buried.

He seemed ready to press the issue, but a tall man in a sharp gray suit and salt-and-pepper hair stepped up, hand already outstretched. "Alpha Reed. So glad to see you here tonight." He gave me a courteous nod. "Miss Seraphina, what a riveting speech."

My cheeks heated up. "Thank you."

He turned back to Lucian. "I was wondering if I could have a word with you about the Crescent City development?"

"Oh," Lucian glanced at me, hesitation flickering in his eyes.

I shook my head, giving him a reassuring smile. "That’s okay. Go ahead."

I’d always been excluded from any kind of administrative conversation in my pack, and that kind of polished small talk had always made me feel like I was wearing someone else’s skin.

Lucian gave me a look—Sorry, I’ll be right back—before turning to shake the man’s hand.

As he stepped away, I suddenly felt bereft. Couples were floating onto the dancefloor as a new song played, and it felt like my... purpose here was over.

So I slipped away.

As I moved through the ballroom, my head swiveled, looking out for Maya. She didn’t seem to have arrived yet, and worry was beginning to creep in.

I was surprised when people stopped me to compliment my dress and my speech. It was a little overwhelming, but despite the fact that I was just as visible as I’d feared—maybe even more so—it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought.

In fact, it was oddly... gratifying.

But by the time I made it out of the ballroom, past the corridors lined with gold trim and blooming white orchids, through a door leading outside, I couldn’t resist the sigh of relief.

The night air wrapped around me like a cool embrace.

The moon hung low and luminous over the garden, and everything smelled faintly of honeysuckle and citrus.

The cobbled path wound through manicured hedges and fountains. As I walked through it, it felt like a dreamscape carved for moments like this—private, hushed, surreal.

I sat on a bench tucked beside a trickling stream and pulled out my phone.

No messages. No missed calls.

I tapped Maya’s contact and waited. It rang. Once. Twice. Thrice. Voicemail.

"Hey," I started, holding my phone to my ear, "just checking in that your mysterious mate hasn’t gone feral and eaten you up." I snorted. "Oh, who am I kidding? You’re more likely to have eaten him up. Anyways, you missed my speech, and it was really badass. I think you would have liked it. Are you still coming?"

I sighed when there was no answer—because, of course, it was a voicemail. "Call me when you get this, okay?"

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