ELYRA.
The rays of the morning sun streamed through the thin curtains in bright, stubborn rays, landing directly on my face like it had a personal grudge against me. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow.
For a few seconds, my mind floated in that lazy space between sleep and waking. Then suddenly, everything rushed back.
My eyes flew open.
“Wait—!”
Today was the D-day of my mini fashion gala.
I shot upright so fast my head spun. My phone was lying on the bedside table, vibrating again just as I grabbed it. The screen lit up with ten missed calls from Jane, my personal assistant.
“Oh no, no, no…” I muttered, quickly calling her back.
She picked up on the first ring.
“Elyra! Finally!” Jane's voice burst through the phone, a mixture of panic and relief. “Where ar
