{ Elena's POV } I should have worn a scarf. My free hand instinctively flew to my neck, covering the mark—too late, the damage was already done. The dining room suddenly felt stuffy, my heart lodged in my throat as Mum's narrowed gaze bore into me. “I asked a question,” she pressed on, her voice quiet and even. Damn! Damn! Damn! What was I supposed to tell her? “Lena,” she said, setting her cup down again. “I… Uhmm… I was investigating something, and things got a bit physical, and I ended up getting a cut.” I paused. “I am fine; it is nothing serious.” “Oh, really.” She dragged, giving me that ‘You think I'm a fool’ look. Of course she doesn't believe me; she's married and more experienced with these things. We both knew she knew. Casting one long look at me, she finished her remaining tea in one gulp and stood up. “I will have Ria send your dress to your room,” she said in a firm tone, already walking out of the dining. “But I said I wasn't going,” I groaned out in frustrati
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