Elara’s POV
She barely slept that night after they moved in. Everything was happening too fast too fast for
her to breathe, too fast for her to think and worst of all, she had no control over any of it.
She kept turning and tossing in bed, her thoughts chasing each other in endless circles until
exhaustion finally dragged her into sleep.
The next morning, when she woke, she glanced out the window and caught sight of Victor
rushing out toward his car.
She scoffed under her breath.
How I wish you wouldn’t come back…
Pushing the thought aside, she headed downstairs. In the kitchen, Marie was already preparing
breakfast.
“Make me apple juice,
” Elara said flatly.
The maid nodded and hurried off to prepare it. Moments later, she placed the glass neatly on
the table. Elara picked i
