Lila’s POVI stare at the woman in front of me.Elara.My breath almost falters, but I steady it quickly.“It’s… you again?” she says, surprise etched clearly in her voice. “Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here. I… actually came for a friend’s daughter’s graduation.”Her eyes travel over me, slow and assessing.“You school here? Graduating from the fashion school too?”I keep my expression neutral and give a small nod.“Yes.”The first time we met at the mall months ago, I hadn’t gotten my memories back then. But it kept tugging at me—the way she looked at me, the way she had called my name. She knew me, I was sure of it, but I didn’t pay any attention. And even now, with the memories back, I have to pretend not knowing her.Elara, Liam’s mother. The only person who had truly protected me against the world then. Loved me without even knowing who I was. She even convinced her son, Liam, to marry me so I wouldn’t be left exposed to the world alone. She showered me with care, defended me
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