**Elena**
She brought it out slowly. I stared at the brown file in her hands.
But before I could take a closer look, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Voices.
Loud and close.
I turned sharply to her. “You know what… just keep it for later,” I whispered. “We have to leave. Now.”
Ivana nodded, sliding the file quickly back into her jacket.
I grabbed her hand and we slipped out of the dressing room, out of Trisha's chambers.
Music thumped below us—the party was going lively. Laughter, clinking glasses, the occasional cheer from someone probably a little too tipsy.
We moved quickly through the corridor, passing a few distracted guests, heads already spinning with champagne.
Once we reached the grand staircase, Ivana slowed her steps, her breath still shallow.
“Where’s
