Chapter 35: Elena’s Heart

Elena Whitmore learned early how to be admired.

It was a skill refined over years of rooms like this one. Soft lighting. Discreet music. Conversations calibrated to appear effortless. The kind of private lounge where power relaxed only because it was certain it would not be challenged here.

She sat with Sofia Reyes at a corner table, posture elegant without effort, expression composed. Anyone watching would see ease. Privilege. Certainty.

Sofia, however, had known her since university. Since before the polish was complete.

“You’ve been quiet,” Sofia said, lifting her glass. “That usually means something is wrong.”

Elena smiled. The practiced one. “Nothing is wrong.”

Sofia arched a brow. “Then say his name.”

Elena’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the stem of her glass.

“Nathaniel,” Sofia supplied gently.

The smile did not return.

Around them, conversation flowed about the heritage gala, regulatory murmurs, and quiet speculation about who would arrive beside whom. Elena h