ELYRA.
The moment the event finally ended, I let out a long breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding.
My feet hurt, my head buzzed faintly from the noise, and my shoulders felt heavy—but beneath all that, there was a quiet, deep satisfaction sitting in my chest.
It worked. Everything had worked.
The lights, the guests, the timing, the presentations… even the small details I had stressed over for weeks had fallen into place like they were meant to. I stood at the edge of the now half-empty hall, watching as staff moved around clearing tables and packing equipment. The once loud, lively space had softened into something calmer, almost peaceful.
“Ma’am!”
I turned at the sound of my secretary’s voice. She was practically rushing toward me, her heels clicking quickly against the fl
