Chapter 115
Ella
The scent of soft flowers still lingered faintly in the room as I sat curled up on the edge of the bed. I stared at the polished marble floor, feeling the coldness even through my slippers. The room was beautiful, filled with gold accents and sparkling chandeliers, but it didn’t feel like mine. Not when my heart was heavy, and my eyes still stung from crying.
The sky outside had darkened completely. Moonlight spilled through the tall glass windows, casting shadows along the walls. Time moved slowly, each second stretching longer than the last. The silence was too loud—just the soft ticking of the golden clock above the fireplace keeping me company. My fingers were clenched in my lap, trying not to fall apart again.
Then the door creaked open.
My head snapped up. I did
