LOGINElena’s POVI turned so fast the room tilted.Victoria stood in the doorway, one hand still resting on the frame, the soft glow from the hallway spilling around her shoulders. Her silk robe was tied neatly at the waist, her hair loosely gathered, and her face was free of the careful makeup she usually wore for the household.For a second, she simply looked at me.At the way I stood beside Adrian’s bed. At my hands, still half-raised as though I had been about to touch him again. At the short black top and grey shorts barely covered by the hoodie I had hurriedly pulled back into place.My heart slammed against my ribs.“Mum.”The word came out thinner than I intended.She stepped inside without speaking and closed the door behind her. Her eyes moved towards Adrian, who lay sprawled across the mattress, one arm hanging loosely over the side. His breathing was heavy and uneven, and the sharp scent of alcohol still lingered in the room.I quickly spoke before she could ask anything.“I fo
Elena's POV“I don't understand why you need to question everything I do.”“Then help me understand.” He stepped closer. “Why are you dressed like that? Why are you carrying a bag? And why are you sneaking through the back door instead of walking out through the front like a normal person?”“Because I don't want to explain every little thing I do to you.”His expression hardened.“Watch your tone.”I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “There it is.”“What?”“That voice. That look. The one you use whenever you think I'm doing something you don't approve of.”He stared at me.“Is that what you think this is?”“Isn't it?”He stepped closer, and I instinctively shifted backwards.“Answer my question, Elena. Where are you going?”“I already told you. For snacks.”“And I'm telling you I don't believe you.”“Then that's your problem.”His jaw tightened.He reached out and caught the edge of my hoodie, tugging it down just enough for the short black top underneath to become visible. His eye
Elena’s POVThe grey-blue dress hung in the wardrobe like a quiet promise. I had smoothed every fold, closed the door, and told myself that was enough for tonight. Tomorrow I would wear it and walk into the ceremony looking like someone who had been chosen, even if only for a handful of careful minutes by a stranger whose name I still did not know.Tonight was different.I sat on the edge of the bed with my phone in both hands, the soft instrumental playlist still playing low from the speaker. The screen glowed against the dim room. I hadn’t meant to open the app. My thumb had simply moved the way it always did when the house felt too quiet and my thoughts too loud.Sophie’s latest post was already at the top of my feed.Adrian and Sophie on the wide front steps of the mansion, late-afternoon light catching the gold of her hair and the sharp line of his jaw. His arm was around her waist. She was leaning into him the way she always did—soft, claimed, certain. The caption was short and
Elena's POV My breath caught. I read the two words again. Then a third time. The stranger’s voice rose in my memory,low, accented, the endearment spoken like it belonged only between us. *Come with me, Mi flor.* The way the words had wrapped around me in the middle of the crowded store, warmer than they should have been. A small, involuntary smile touched my mouth before I could stop it. I opened the packaging fully, careful not to tear the paper. The grey-blue dress lay folded inside with almost reverent care. The same soft fabric. The same clean lines. The same colour of early evening sky just before the streetlights came on. Beneath it, nestled in tissue paper, was the slim black jewellery box. I lifted the lid with careful fingers. The delicate gold chain and the small flower pendant rested against dark velvet, exactly as they had when he first opened the box in front of the tall mirror. I lifted the dress carefully, letting the fabric unfold against my arms. It whisp
Elena's PovI shook my head. She didn’t scold. She simply moved to the refrigerator, pulled out a covered plate she must have set aside earlier, and slid it into the microwave. While it heated she poured a tall glass of cold orange juice and set it on the island in front of me. “Sit,” she said gently. “I kept this aside. Thought you might come down late.” The microwave beeped. She placed the plate in front of me,simple pasta with a light tomato sauce, the kind she knew I could manage when my stomach felt tight,and then took the stool across from me, not eating, just present. The quiet company of someone who had watched me grow up in this house and never once asked me to be smaller. “Is everything all right?” she asked after a moment, voice low. I nodded, eyes on the food. “Just tired.” She didn’t press. That was one of the quiet mercies of her presence. She had seen enough of this house over the years to know when silence was kinder than questions. I ate slowly. The food
Elena’s POV The car finally slowed as the iron gates of the Williams mansion parted with their usual soft electronic hum. Gravel shifted under the tyres in a familiar, grinding rhythm that had always meant home, even when home felt like a place I was only borrowing. Adrian parked with the precision he applied to everything that belonged to him. The engine settled into silence. Shopping bags rustled in the boot as one of the house staff began lifting them out. I didn’t wait. The second the vehicle stopped I pushed the door open and stepped into the late-afternoon air. It carried the first cool edge of evening, the faint scent of the garden’s late roses and cut grass drifting across the wide front lawn. I walked straight toward the double front doors without looking back. Behind me I heard Sophie’s light voice saying something soft and satisfied, the quiet click of her heels on the gravel, Adrian’s deeper murmur answering her. None of it belonged to me. Victoria stood just insi







