EMMAThe dinner had ended hours ago, but the echo of laughter, the clinking of glasses, and Julian’s smooth, confident voice still lingered in my mind, refusing to leave. I sank into the armchair in my apartment, the soft hum of the city outside barely reaching me. My glass of wine trembled in my hand, but I couldn’t drink. Something about that evening didn’t sit right, and the longer I sat in silence, the more the pieces started to demand attention—pieces I wasn’t ready to face.Ava. Or… could it really be Elena? My chest tightened at the thought. I’d never seen her before in person, but there was something hauntingly familiar in the way she moved. And then there was the jewelry. Small, delicate pieces, but significant. A chain Elena had once admired on my mother.My fingers twitched as if tracing invisible lines in the air, connecting dots that shouldn’t exist. Could it really be her?I closed my eyes, trying to force clarity, but my mind replayed the gala in vivid detail. I remem
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