Endless Promises
Valenticias POV~
The auction’s incident stuck to me like wet silk, the tax fraud gossip was still a fresh wound.
I’d turned to face the crowd, my silver gown a shield, my donation to “truth” a defiant jab. When I listened to the leaked audio for the first time? My voice, twisted, admitting to a bribe, my stomach had dropped and fear had formed in my throat. Seryne’s upper crust had muttered, their pity, their disdain, a riot, and I’d run from the gala with my heart bruised, and aching severely. I stepped out into the cool night, and my phone buzzed with a text from Stefan: Come to the penthouse. Just us. Let’s meet. And I replied, On my way, my nerve calming at the thought of him.
The elevator to Stefan’s Seryne penthouse hummed, and I looked at myself in its mirrore
