Elara's POV
My life was like a thin thread, and with one silly mistake, it may snap.
Staring at Marco's dark gaze that narrowed in on our prolonged handshake, I knew I was in a mess, and Matthew was done.
Whatever he tried to slip in my hand had to be for just my eyes. Not having the brain cells to think it through, I had to make a smart move. My hand curled as I pulled away, holding around the object.
It was his card. More reason for Matthew to run off once the door swings open.
“Vee.”
I called at my three-year-old, who innocently munched on her cookies, getting a bit of distraction as her small figure blocked my hand.
“Can I stay a bit longer?” She winced and groaned, crumbs of cookies messed up the place.
“I'm afraid darling, we have to go.” I carried her and skillfully
