Elena's POV

The place was too white.

White walls, white lights, white marble floors that reflected everything back at you like they wanted to expose every flaw. The venue sat high above the city, glass windows stretching from floor to ceiling, chandeliers hanging like they were meant to remind people how expensive the air was.

A shared birthday.

That was the lie.

Victoria’s birthday.

That was the truth.

Samantha walked beside me, her hand hovering close to my arm but not touching, like she ...