Spring came with cherry blossoms and policy conferences.
Elaine stood onstage in Vienna, her keynote address on *Consent-Centered Healing* earning a standing ovation. Her voice was calm, her presence magnetic—firm, not fiery.
Backstage, she exhaled as the applause faded.
“Miss Grey?"
A coordinator approached. “Delegates from the Global Alliance request a photo. If you're not too tired."
Elaine nodded, adjusting her name badge. “Of course."
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The hallway was loud with chatter and champagne.
She stepped into the room.
And froze.
James stood beside the delegation table, listening politely to a conversation about cross-border legal reforms.
He wore a simple navy suit, no tie, eyes focused—but quieter. Softer.
He turned.
Their eyes met.
No dramatic music. No slow motion.
Just s
