Eliana’s POV

It had been a week.

A full week since I’d heard from Asa.

No calls. No texts. Nothing.

Each time my phone lit up, my pulse jumped — only for it to be Sophia or Juliette or some notification that didn’t matter. I kept telling myself he was busy. That maybe something important came up. That he’d reach out when he could. But the longer it stretched, the harder it became to believe my own excuses.

So here I was, at a club I didn’t even want to be in, pretending to have ...