Elena POV
As I arrived home, the last slivers of daylight faded into the night, casting long shadows across the yard. I opened the door, expecting the usual quiet emptiness, but was surprised to see my father sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the wall.
“Dad?” I called softly, hoping for some comfort after the disastrous encounter with Zach and his friends. “Can we talk?”
He looked up, his eyes hardening as they met mine. “Elena,” he said, his tone colder than usual. “Pack your things. You’re leaving.”
I blinked, stunned. “What? Why?”
His gaze never wavered. “You’ve disgraced our family name, Elena. Your vanity and foolishness have brought shame upon us.”
My heart sank. “I don’t understand. What did I do?”
“You threw that ridiculous birthday party against my wishes,” he
