Elara’s POV The night was cold and chilly as I stood by the gates of my former home with two suitcases by my side. I pulled out my phone with steady fingers and dialed Grandpa’s number. His voice was already covered with sleep when he answered. “Grandpa… I’m ready,” I informed. “I’ll send the driver.” he simply said. Less than thirty minutes later, a black Prado pulled up in front of the estate. I quickly hopped in, trying not to spend more time here than I already have. When I arrived at my family mansion, the gate flung open before we even honked. Grandpa stood outside, still in his night robe, and under the porch light. “Welcome back home, child,” he greeted me, his arms wide open. I ran into them. Tears spilled from my eyes as I mumbled again, “I’m sorry, Grandpa. I’m so sorry…” He patted my back and pulled away slightly to look at me. “Don’t cry again, my child. You are home now, and that is all that matters. For honoring my wish, I will throw a lavish part
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