ELARA POV“What?” The word comes out an octave too high, echoing off the polished hallway walls. I press the phone tighter to my ear. “What do you mean you can’t make it?”“Exactly what I said, darling. A friend needed a plus for an important gala,” my mother’s voice drifts through the line, sounding far too breezy for someone who is currently bailing on me.“Mom.” I bite my lower lip, the sting of disappointment sharp in my chest. “You could have told me sooner. I wouldn’t have driven all the way down here if—”“Don’t be dramatic, Elara. You don't have to leave. Someone else is taking my place for the session.”My brows furrow as I scan the sleek, minimalist lobby of the center. “Who? I haven’t seen anyone you know.”“He should be there any second.”“He?” I freeze. My heart does a slow, heavy thud against my ribs. “Mom, please tell me you didn’t call—”Just then I spot Nero at the top of the stairs catches my eye. He looks entirely out of place in a center for expecting parents. Clad
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