*By Your Side*
Elara's POV:
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out my dress and trying to calm my nerves. I had a few moments to spare before heading out for the interview at the club. Just as I was about to grab my purse, my phone rang. It was Jaxson again. I rolled my eyes, knowing what he was going to say.
"Hey, Elara."
"I'm about to leave for an interview. Can I call you later?" I asked.
"I'll be quick," he replied, his voice laced with concern. "I still can't shake off the feeling that I need to do something."
"Jaxson, we just talked about this. I appreciate your willingness to help, but I can handle it," I replied, trying to sound convincing.
"But Harden's being unreasonable. If I can just talk to him, I'm sure he'll come around," Jaxson persisted.
I sighed, feeling a
