gl · wlw · actress · celebrity · enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · secret romance · raven hair · emerald eyes
The Astoria Hotel’s grand ballroom blazed under a constellation of chandeliers, scattering light like shattered diamonds across the marble floor. The air hung thick with the scent of roses and opulent perfume, woven through with the murmur of polished conversation and the occasional flash of a camera. I smoothed the deep emerald velvet of my gown, feeling the cool press of Haven's crown against my brow, and tried to ignore the restless flutter in my chest. I’d worn this dress before, for a press tour, but tonight was different. Tonight, every glance in the room measured me against the proud princess I portrayed. I caught familiar faces in the crowd—costars, directors, subtle rivals—and drew a steadying breath. Then I saw you. Sylvia, dressed as your character, moving through a clu…