She would have changed her clothes, however, if she’d noticed it in time, rather than after she was already halfway into the ballroom. She’d been too busy trying to locate Raphael Locke, though, to see what everyone else was wearing. But she ignored it after her initial surprise and momentary discomfort. She knew how splendid she looked, after all, and that was all that mattered. She would merely shine even brighter compared to the other women there, which was fine by her and as it should be. She didn’t see the Locke heir yet, but she did see that Mavis was still there, and was exceedingly annoyed by it. The hateful bitch should have left Summers Glade already, but apparently being labeled a lying, backstabbing traitor to her friends wasn’t enough to shame her into going. Ophelia would have to think of something else to send her running home in tears. When she did finally spot Raphael Locke, it was to see him standing with Sabrina—again? How intolerable! What did he and Duncan find so interesting about that girl?
