The air inside the Westwood Mansion was suffocating. The crowd was a mix of elegance and predatory energy, wolves flaunting their wealth, power, and beauty as if it were a second skin.
It was easy to feel out of place here, but I forced myself to focus. Elvis was somewhere in this sea of faces, and I was determined to find him.
I didn't care about the way I was dressed, or the way people around me stared down at me as if I was one of their poor farm girls. All I cared about was reuniting with Elvis and getting him away from this place.
Andrea walked beside me, her heels clicking against the marble floors. She was calm and collected, her sharp eyes scanning the room.
I envied her poise, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. My heart was racing with urgency.
Each moment we spent
