Elena’s POV

A few quiet days passed at the studio, the kind of uneasy peace that only exists when people are busy sharpening knives behind closed doors.

Stella had temporarily shifted her venom toward Silvia after the disaster at Camellia Villa, which meant I finally had space to breathe long enough to finish the new design Mrs. Yu requested. The moment I set the last gemstone in place and checked the proportions one final time, I felt an unfamiliar, cautious sense of pride. I wasn’t ...