The three makeup artists Julian had hired worked in silence. They painted Elara’s face with practiced precision, turning her into a porcelain queen. Around her neck sat the "Vance Heart"—a diamond so large it felt like a heavy shackle. Elara sat motionless, her eyes fixed on a point on the wall, her expression a mask of heavy, dark resignation."You look like you’re going to a coronation," Marcus muttered from the doorway, his tuxedo looking uncomfortable on his rugged frame. "Or an execution.""In this family, brother, they’re usually the same thing," Elara replied, adjusting her earring with trembling fingers."Try to smile. For the kids' sake.""I’ll smile when I'm back in Brooklyn, Marcus," she replied, her voice hollow.The door burst open, and the heavy atmosphere shattered. Mia and Leo ran in, looking like miniature versions of the elite world they were about to enter."Mommy! You look like a star!" Mia squealed, throwing her arms around Elara’s knees.Elara’s gloom evaporated
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