Lana’s POV
The morning sun poured into Elli Weiss’s villa, casting golden light across the marble floors. But Lana felt none of its warmth.
She sat motionless in her studio, sketchpad untouched, eyes vacant.
Her reflection in the tall atelier mirror looked like a stranger — hair pinned messily, dark circles under her eyes, lips pressed tight in frustration.
Her launch was a success. Critics called Mirelle “a breath of fresh elegance.” Sales inquiries flooded in.
Elli was ecstatic. The world had finally seen her.
But none of it mattered.
Because he had seen her too.
Artemis Quinn.
He had shown up like a phantom from the past, shattering the illusion she had worked so hard to build. Just one look from him, and she felt seventeen again — foolish, trusting, breakable.
Lana stood ab
