The next morning, I saw Elena in the dining room. She wore Leon's silk robe that had a loose neckline, revealing a fresh love bite on her neck."Morning, Isabella," she said with a smug smile. "Leon says this looks better on me than it ever did on you."I kept my head down, sipping my black coffee in silence."Enjoy your last few days in this penthouse," she added, then strolled out with her coffee, triumph written all over her face.Just as I put my cup down, a velvet box appeared before me. Leon had given me a tiara, set with a rare and sizable tanzanite that shimmered a deep blue-violet under the morning light."Isabella, I'm sorry about yesterday," he said softly. "I swear I won't let her hurt you again. Please forgive me, okay? Here—let me put this on you."I tilted my head ever so slightly, dodging his hand. He froze, seemingly stunned, like he couldn't comprehend what had just happened."Ms. Harrington's waiting. You should go."He hesitated for a moment, then handed me
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