Old Wounds, New ScarsElena POVI escaped the ballroom the first chance I got. The laughter inside had become suffocating, each cheerful voice pressing against the fragile wall of composure I had spent years building. Smiles were easy to fake for strangers even for family, but pretending my heart hadn't nearly stopped the moment I saw Adrian Kane again? That required a strength I wasn't sure I still possessed.The cool night air greeted me like an old friend.I stepped onto the stone terrace and drew a slow, deliberate breath, hoping it would steady the storm raging inside me.Beyond the terrace stretched the estate's gardens, illuminated by lanterns that cast pools of golden light along winding pathways.White roses climbed elegant arches, and a marble fountain stood at the centre, its gentle trickle the only sound that seemed untouched by celebration.Sophia had always loved this place.When they were children, she used to tell me that one day she would get married somewhere that l
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