Elena’s POV
Three Weeks After the Wedding
My phone won’t stop ringing.
At first, I thought there was something wrong with it. Maybe I accidentally turned on some emergency alert settings, because the calls and notifications keep coming one after another—an endless buzz, vibration, ping, repeat.
But no. They’re all real.
I’m sitting at the marble kitchen island of the penthouse, wrapped in one of my oversized sweaters, laptop open in front of me. My inbox is overflowing. New mail arrives every few seconds—brand offers, collaboration requests, digital invitations, PR packages, and agents asking if I’m open to new management.
Every time another email slides into my inbox, my stomach tightens. Not in fear—just disbelief.
Another brand.
Another opportunity.
Another “We’d love to work
