Elliot's P.O.V.
"I want to believe you'll be pleased with the results," Serena said as she adjusted herself beside me.
"Even I'm proud of that girl."
Before I could respond, Christine stepped onto the runway, and my heart nearly stopped.
I hadn't felt a rush like this since the day I saw her again in that nightclub. I leaned forward, resting my arms on the edge of the balcony, my eyes fixed on her.
Her figure was leaner, more refined. Her complexion was flawless, glowing under the lights. Even her emerald eyes looked clearer and sharper. But that wasn't what captivated me. It was the way she moved—confident, powerful, and completely unbothered. Every step she took radiated pride, and every glance laced with fire. She wasn't just walking—she was commanding the room.
And I wasn't the only man who noticed. Unlike that night at the club, when they looked at her with lust and indulgence, tonight… they looked at her with fascination. Obsession. She wasn't just desirable—she was unforge
