(Elle’s POV)
I left home early and clocked in before seven in the morning. As if Ava knew I would be coming to work today, she left my table with colorful notes, from urgent tasks to less important ones. After placing my bag inside the file pedestal drawer, I walked toward the pantry and prepared coffee for myself.
My coffee should have been prepared only for a few minutes, but I stood there like forever. My thoughts trailed to what happened yesterday with Aiden and my conversation with mom. Everything was significant… all painful!
Before all this, I knew Cinderella Miller, my daddy’s little girl, dreaming only of a simple life, contenting myself with taking care of my little sister, hoping to get a good job so I could help Mom with raising her, and living happily ever after with my pr
