Elena didn't go back to her media training sessions.
Victoria arrived at the penthouse on Tuesday morning for their scheduled appointment, and Elena was in the art studio instead of waiting in the study.
Margaret came to retrieve her, confusion evident on her face.
"Victoria is here," Margaret said. "Your appointment—"
"I'm not doing anymore media training," Elena said. She was painting—a new piece, something raw and unfinished. "Tell her I'm done performing for cameras."
"Mr. Knight scheduled—"
"I'm going to tell him myself," Elena said. She set down her paintbrush and turned to face Margaret. "Margaret, I appreciate everything you've done. But I need you to understand something. I'm not a problem that needs to be managed anymore. I'm a person. And I'm going to make decisions about
