Electra's POV
I couldn't sleep.
No matter how many times I twisted, turned, flipped my pillow, or yanked the blanket over my head—sleep refused to come, and I knew exactly why.
It was her.
Seraphina Hook, or, should I say—the soon-to-be Seraphina Orion.
My teeth clenched at the thought, and I flipped on my back, staring at the ceiling, and feeling my chest tighten with frustration.
This was ridiculous. I shouldn't care this much; I shouldn't be this restless over a stupid engagement announcement, and yet—I was losing my mind.
I knew it was bad when, after tossing and turning for over an hour, I had reached for my phone—and done something I had never done before.
I had searched his name.
Prince Darius Orion.
I needed something, some flaw, some imperfection. Something to justify the growing knot of irritation in my chest.
Instead, I found nothing. The stupid bastard was flawless, and unlike me, he seemed like the perfect royal with no single problem.
