“Four one six….sixty-nine….”
It was another dreary weekend, and Elara sat at the dining table, papers scattered in front of her, calculating how much money she'd been able to save thus far for her long-awaited surgery.
Elara had only confided her plans for surgery to no one but her Nana, not even Liam. Firstly, she wanted it to come as a surprise when she finally had the surgery done; secondly, she feared that Liam would insist on footing the bill himself, which was something she didn't want, considering how huge a sum the money was. It was also possible that he would try to dissuade her from it and convince her that she was still the most beautiful to him.
Although she'd told him about her condition with amnesia and how she'd come to live with Nana, and Liam had started pulling strin
