Chapter 1
Elaria’s POV
I stepped out of the cab and smoothed down the tight black dress that hugged my hips a little too well, the one I picked because it made me feel like I had my s**t together even if my stomach was twisting in knots.
The family estate loomed ahead, all polished stone and manicured lawns that screamed old money.
I had not come here for dinner or small talk. I came to look Lucien in the eye and get the closure he owed me after ghosting me for three f*****g months.
My heels clicked on the path as I walked up, heart pounding harder with every step.
The door opened before I could knock. Lucien’s mother, Clara, pulled me into a quick hug that felt more polite than warm. “Elaria, darling, you look stunning. Come in, everyone’s already at the table.”
“Thanks, Clara,
