ELENA’S POV
The morning light spilled through the thin curtains of my room, painting the walls in soft, golden hues. I lingered for a moment, the warmth of the sun on my skin a small comfort. But the moment I stepped into the hallway, the peace shattered.
Lisa was there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her lips curled into a smirk that made my stomach twist. “Good morning, Elena,” she purred, her voice syrupy sweet, like honey laced with poison.
I exhaled slowly, already feeling the weight of her presence. “What do you want now, Lisa?”
She tilted her head, her dark hair falling over her shoulder as she inspected her nails, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, nothing much,” she said, her tone light, almost airy. Then, as if it were an afterthought, she added, “Aiden spent the nig
