ELARA
As we prepared for Clara’s baby shower, Dave’s voice spoke through the quiet room.
“Why didn’t you upload the video of Cedric and Romilly?”
I reached for my blue fur jacket, slipping it on as I glanced at him through the mirror. “She was kicked out of the company,” I revealed, fastening the buttons.
Behind me, Dave let out a low chuckle, his deep voice vibrating through the space between us. A moment later, he stepped closer, his presence warm as he reached for the collar of my shirt. With practiced ease, he adjusted it, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin.
“I can’t say I’m surprised,” he mused, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I mean, your sister pulled a clever move, she made it seem like Romilly did it.”
I snickered, shaking my head as the memory replayed in my
