Ramona’s POV.
The gala ended on a high note. Elena had handled Biana with the grace worthy of a queen, turning a petty attempt at public humiliation into another victory for the hospital and for our people. Everyone couldn’t stop talking about how safe they felt receiving medical care knowing they could rely on Doctor Elena.
I smiled to myself like a proud mother should as we headed out of the venue, a light snowfall beginning to dust the courtyard, blanketing the pavement in white.
I pulled my coat tighter against the chill, walking beside Elena toward our waiting town car. Across the parking area, movement caught in the corner of my eye.
Biana and her mother stood by their vehicle. Biana glanced around nervously, checking the open space before reaching into her purse and pulling ou
