Damien was already fanning himself with a glittering invite card when he cornered Sofia at Echelon.
“Darling,” he purred, “my condo’s flooded. Don’t ask. So this Friday, Elysium. No excuses. The mirrors on the ceiling alone are worth the trip.”
Joan, perched elegantly at the edge of Carrie’s desk, smirked. “It’s true, Sofie. It’s like stepping into a music video. You need to come.”
Sofia shook her head immediately. “Absolutely not. That’s not my scene.”
Carrie, flipping through layouts, glanced up. “You should go. Relax a little. You’ve been under enough stress.”
Damien clasped his hands dramatically. “See? Even Queen Carrie commands it. And honestly, Sofie, don’t you think it’s time you actually set foot in Elysium? You’re practically famous for a place you’ve never been.”
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