|| Lilac’s POV ||

The days blurred together, each one marked by the arrival of another extravagant gift from Kael. A diamond necklace that sparkled like starlight, a designer handbag that cost more than most people’s monthly salaries, a bouquet of rare orchids that smelled like a summer garden, each one delivered with a note penned in Kael’s elegant handwriting. “For my future Luna,” the notes read, each one signed with a flourish. In my past life, these gestures would have ...