A year had passed since Richard's death.
Elara stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, adjusting the straps of her black gown. The dress was elegant, sophisticated the perfect armor for the night ahead. Tonight was the foundation's annual gala, a celebration of everything they had achieved.
Julian appeared behind her, his hands settling on her shoulders. "You look beautiful."
"So do you." She met his eyes in the mirror. "Are you ready?"
"Ready to celebrate? Always." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "But I'm glad we're doing it together."
"Together," she whispered.
The gala was held at the same hotel where everything had started years ago.
The ballroom was glittering, filled with Veridia's elite. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, champagne flowed freely, and the guests were dressed
