Elena’s Point Of View

The following week came with a weight I could feel deep in my bones. Every sunrise felt like a warning, that something was shifting, tightening around me, slowly.

The Elites’ Gala.

A night of glittering masks and sharper tongues. Power dressed in satin, lies wrapped in smiles. Everyone who mattered in this godforsaken town would be there, and I had to be too. My lawyer had chosen it for a reason. Too many eyes, too many people… the perfect place for a discreet ...