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She pauses, “What do you mean, cutie?” “Cutie?” Maddox snarls, “What is going on right now? Am I still in shock from what I just saw in that office?” “She says she’s Riley,” I tell him. “Why are you acting like that?” She growls. “Did you forget my name? Clutz, I should have daddy fire you.” “Can you give us a moment, Ellie?” Aeliana growls again, “It’s pronounced Ra-eye.” She says, stomping her foot on the ground. “Not A-Lee.”

Elena leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with intrigue as she teased, "You know, Liam, I have a confession to make." Liam raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued "Oh, really? What's that?" He asked, looking into her eyes. Elena maintained eye contact, a mischievous smile forming at the corners of her lips, "I think you're not just a handsome face. I sense there's more to you than meets the eye." She said in a playful tone.

A gentle voice drifted in from behind them at that moment “Why, in the gods’ names, are you all laughing like a pack of drunk hyenas?” Liam’s head whipped around so fast he nearly toppled off the fountain’s ledge. Gracefully walking towards them on the lantern-lit path was Elena with an elegant brow arched. A stray curl fell over her forehead, making her look far too lovely for Liam’s sanity.

Elena told me and I quickly nodded at her. "Yeah! That must be, how about you do another trick?" I asked Elena and she suddenly act as if she's thinking something. "Okay, let me concentrate first," Elena replied to me, and then she took a deep breath before slightly raising her hands as if she was feeling the air. "Wingardium Leviosa!" Elena said causing me to frown at her. I don't know but it looks like she's already starting to do magic.

Instead she walked to an empty easel and picked up a brush and dipped it into a jar of paint. She wrote ANELE on it boldly. "Why are you writing the Queen's name?" Fife asked her. "if you turn her name backwards. What does it give you?" Elena asked. Before they could answer her. She wrote again. Darrin and Fife looked at what she had written in shock and confusion. ANELE = ELENA

“Mrs. Virelli.” There it was. The tension. Female rivalry. The oldest language in romance. Seraphina recognized it instantly. “So you’ve heard of me.” The woman laughed softly. “The entire city has heard of you.” Matteo muttered something under his breath. Lucien ignored him. The woman extended her hand. “Elena Moretti.” Seraphina shook it. Neither woman looked away. Not even once. Elena’s smile sharpened slightly. “You’ve certainly surprised everyone.” “I do that occasionally.”

"I already took care of that myself. Although he was mad at me for doing so and now he’s not speaking to me.” He gritted his teeth in anger, “What’s the name of this wench. I will make him see the error in his ways by the time I am done with that human.” My insides jumped for joy as I calmed my eyes. “Her name is Elena." Kaelan went still. "Elena?" he repeated slowly. "You know her?" I asked, confused at his reaction. "Do you have a picture?" he asked instead, his voice suddenly becoming low. “On my phone.”

“Leana, did you sleep well?” Elena groaned at the wrong pronunciation of her name. “For goddess' sake, Sarah! It's Elena, or Lena not Leana. Leana sounds old!” She whined. “Stop whining like a child.” Sarah scolded with a laugh. “Leana sounds better. What do you know? You children of this generation are so boring!” She grumbled, earning a laugh from Claire, Elena glared at her making her clamp her mouth shut.

She dropped the note and stood up trying to pull herself together. Elena is the oldest daughter of Mr. Alcantara, a petite slim girl with thick curly wave hair that framed her delicate oval face, her Hazel Green eyes were a mixture of Doe and siren but they were not as innocent as her, she had a nice pointed nose, slim heart shape lips, and a nice thick slim shape, her body was the dream of every lady including her best friend and men were not an exception.

Her eyes finally shifted to Elara. Slowly. Carefully. The smile remained, but something colder flickered in her gaze. "You must be the bride." Elara offered a polite smile. "Yes. I'm Elara." Elena tilted her head, studying her. "Oh," she said softly, "so it's true." Elara blinked. "I'm sorry?" Elena lightly waved her hand. "The online rumors were so outrageous, I assumed they were exaggerated." Her eyes drifted over Elara's figure again. Slow.