Rebirth: The Sweetest Ruin
He stood up, his coat fanning out behind him.
Meanwhile, Elara wandered through a quiet, marble-lined corridor, away from the thrum of the orchestra. She needed air that didn't smell like Damien's cologne.
She checked her wristwatch. 10:14 PM.
In her last life, this was the exact moment the clock began to run out for Arabella Sterling. The downfall had been surgical: a clip, a headline, and a staged scandal.
Right on cue, high-pitched laughter echoed from the nearby ladies' lounge. Elara tensed, slipping behind a heavy velvet curtain just as the door swung open.
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