Elena’s POVShe’s beautiful.The woman has dark hair, almost blue with how dark it is. Her skin is pale and smooth, like a statue’s. Her face has wrinkles, especially at the side of her mouth and her eyes, like she smiles a lot.But that smile is not here now.Her cool blue eyes sweeps over me up and down, smoothing her hands over her dress. A lush velvet black number that goes well with her gloves. Her heels are sky-high, with gleaming red bottoms. It makes a soft clacking sound as she makes it to me, her crimson red lips stretching into what looks like an expression of distaste.“Well, well, who is she?” The woman faces Alexander and lets out a snort. “I definitely didn’t expect you to have any visitors.”“I told you not to go here,” India hisses behind me. She tries to snatch my hand and pull me back, but I don’t pay attention to her. “Goddammit, Elena!”“You should go, India, it’s fine,” the woman says, waving her off. “The cat’s already out of the bag.”India doesn’t give up, tug
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