ELARA REPUTATION IS ABOUT TO BE RUINED.
Seraphine’s POV
Using the door to the VIP lounge as support, I twirled my glass while examining the surroundings. The music reverberated in my ribcage but the sound of my heart beating was far more intense.
She’s here.
The security guards I had ordered were escorting Elara as she slowly moved down the staircase.
Satisfaction coiled in my chest like a shot of bourbon.
Good girl… just where I want you.
I tilted my head, a pleased smirk curling on my lips.
“Follow her. Stay on her tail,” I hissed at one of the guards near me.
“Yes, ma,” he said emphatically, before melting into the crowd.
Elara moved through the hall with nervous steps while I kept my eyes shifting back towards the stairs.
And there she was.
Veronica.
The ebony dress of
