ELENAThe banquet was supposed to feel like an accomplishment. Instead, it felt like a battlefield.Every smile I wore tonight was an armour plate; every graceful nod and perfectly timed laugh was a shield. I had delivered my speech, I had smiled at the donors, comforted the children, and even handled the little storm Sabrina tried to start. Outwardly, I was composed, untouchable. Inside, I was fraying.There were too many familiar faces. Faces that belonged to another life, one I had spent three years trying to bury. And then there was him.Damian.Even without looking, I could sense him. I had told myself I was ready, ready to stand here on my home ground, to face the whispers, the questions, even his presence. But I wasn’t ready for this: the way his nearness wrapped around me like a memory I didn’t want to relive.The room was crowded, the air thick with perfume and champagne, yet somehow, I still caught his scent. That clean, faintly woody fragrance that used to linger on m
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