Elara POV
I hadn’t even been fully asleep. Just laying there, staring up at the ceiling like it held some kind of answer. My body was exhausted, but my mind… my mind was a f*****g war zone.
It was still dark out when I reached for my phone again—reflex, stupid habit. The screen lit up, and there it was.
That damn email.
“You are cordially invited to the Cross Foundation Annual Gala…”
My name bolded. Underlined. "Personally requested."
My stomach twisted. Felt like it was pulling at my lungs or something. I sat up slowly, pressing my hand against my belly, still not showing but definitely making itself known.
My finger hovered over the email like deleting it would make the whole thing disappear. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
What if he already knew? What if he recognized me from the clu
