Elena’s POVThe music is still playing when I step out of the ballroom.Soft, elegant and controlled, just like everything inside.The doors close behind me, and the sound fades into something distant. Out here, the air is cooler, quieter and real.I walk a few steps forward, my heels softer against the stone floor. My chest rises and falls slowly, like I’m trying to catch up with myself.For a moment, I just stand there. I didn’t break. I didn’t run, I stood there, in the same room, under the same lights.But it doesn’t feel like victory, it feels like the beginning of something I don’t fully understand yet.I wrap my arms lightly around myself, staring out at the city lights below.“Still doing that.”The voice comes from behind me.Familiar, too familiar. My body stiffens before I even turn.Slowly, I look over my shoulder.Liam.He stands a few feet away, hands in his pockets, dressed in a simple dark suit, no tie, no effort to impress.And yet he looks handsome, like he always ha
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