ELYRA.
The skies had gone black by the time I got home. The mansion stood tall and still, its lights glowing softly against the darkness. I checked the time on my phone and sighed. Past eight.
I had stayed back with the design team to finish the refitting. The new collection pieces needed adjustments before shipment, and I refused to leave things halfway done. If something carried my name, it had to be perfect. Even if it cost me sleep.
I slipped off my heels the moment I stepped inside. The marble floor was cool beneath my aching feet. My shoulders throbbed, and my fingers still smelled faintly of fabric dye and thread.
“Good evening, ma’am,” one of the maids greeted softly.
“Evening,” I replied, forcing a small smile. “Is Radiel home?”
“Yes, ma’am. He arrived earlier. He’s asleep a
