By Thursday afternoon, Elara had stopped being surprised by how quickly her days no longer belonged only to her.
Weeks ago, her life had been easier to separate. Work was work. Home was home. People knew her because of what she did, not because of who she had married.
Now everything seemed to overlap.
Gallery plans sat beside social invitations. Design files shared space with schedules from Blackmere Group. Every room she entered carried Rowan's name before she did.
She was beginning to feel it.
Not as pressure exactly.
More like a pattern she had not chosen but now had to live inside.
That was what she was thinking when Caleb called.
Not Rowan.
Caleb.
His voice was as smooth and efficient as ever.
"Mrs. Blackmere, Mr. Blackmere would like you to stop by
