ELYRA.
My phone buzzed lightly in my hand, and for a second, I almost ignored it. There was already too much going on around me—the chatter, the flashing lights, the reporter’s voice cutting through everything like a blade I couldn’t dodge. But something made me look.
Star.
My fingers tightened around the phone as I clicked on the message.
“Did you like the gift I prepared for your mini display?”
I felt my blood go cold.
My eyes slowly lifted from the screen to the reporter standing just a few steps away, his microphone practically glued to my face as he bombarded my assistant with questions she clearly couldn’t handle anymore.
And just like that, everything clicked.
It was Star. Of course it was her.
“Good Lord,” I muttered under my breath.
Before I could even type a reply, my
