Victoria's POV
I noticed the way Amber leaned in a little too close, how her fingers brushed Owen's arm as she laughed just a little too sweetly during the banquet. It was obvious she was trying to flirt with him, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't stir something inside me. My jealousy coiled in my chest like a warning I tried to ignore.
But I didn't let it show. I kept my posture calm, my expression unreadable, because the last thing I would ever do is let Amber know she had gotten to me. That would be giving her power, and I refused to hand that over so easily.
Still, even with Owen sitting beside me, even with his glances that lingered just a moment too long, even with the warmth of his hand occasionally brushing mine beneath the tablecloth, doubt crept in.
