Chapter 32: Slapping Face Hard
(Elara Vance's POV)
The weather was perfect today, with clear blue skies stretching endlessly above The Lumina Healing Sanatorium. I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as I observed the crowd gathering at the entrance. Reporters jostled for position, their cameras flashing incessantly.
It had been years since any healer in the territories had commanded such attention. Mother stood beside me, dressed in her finest gown, her smile never faltering.
"Elara, do you see that?" Rosalie beamed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "These people are all here for you. You are truly my pride."
I knew what this meant to her. Mother had once been a talented healer herself before she mated with Father. She understood the significance of such popularity in a
