Elara's POV
Outside the window, the tall buildings flew by. I sat in the passenger seat, listening to the low hum of the engine. My fingers twisted the hem of my dress without me even realizing it, lost in my own thoughts.
The car finally stopped in front of a quiet but fancy limestone building. The entrance was simple, with just a small brass plaque that read: De La Corte Jewelry. It gave off a vibe of old money—rich, but not showing off.
Kael opened the door for me, his hand covering the top of my head to protect it. That subtle gesture made my heart skip a beat.
Pushing open the heavy glass doors, a scent washed over me—a mix of sandalwood, leather, and the cold smell of money. I couldn't explain it, but I knew it was the total opposite of being poor.
I froze at the entrance. Not b
