Mornings in Kingston City were always loud.
I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of my apartment, a steaming cup of black coffee in my hand, gazing down at the crowds of commuters flooding the streets below.
I wore a crisp, freshly pressed blazer, the fabric sharp and perfectly tailored.
My hair was cut into a neat, sleek short bob, my makeup refined and flawless, every detail polished and precise.
This woman was calm, independent, and unyielding.
She was nothing like the naive, lovestruck girl who waited hopelessly for a man who never deserved her.
A soft knock sounded at my office door, and Lisa Summers poked her head inside, her voice bright and brisk.
"Elara, are you all set for the meeting at 9:00 a.m.?"
I nodded, closing the financial report in my hands with a quiet sna
