By the far end of the hall, Clara was starting to regret even coming to Lord Bartos's wedding. Sure, she was invited, and snubbing the event would be tantamount to social suicide unless she had a valid excuse, but just seeing all the couples dancing together while she herself had nobody by her side was only making her stew in her own jealousy and spite.
It was unfair that she was all alone without even so much as a friend in sight, all while Princess Xenia was with her beloved, having dragged His Majesty to the dance floor with the ever radiant smile that she always had.
"That should've been me…"
