Ella's POV
I couldn't stop looking at the necklace, the stainless steel felt so weird in my hands. Maybe it was because it was the only thing I had left of my mother.
Should I even call her my mother? She was never a mother to me, so she doesn't deserve that title. Calling her by her first name like a stranger is what an absent mother deserves.
''So I will call her Helena, now it felt right,'' I said to myself as I walked into the room.
'' Are you okay,'' I suddenly heard Damien's voice asking, which shifted my attention from the necklace.
'' Yeah, I am fine,'' I answered as I smiled at him.
'' Are you sure? You look pale,'' Damien asked with concern laced in his voice.
'' I am sure, I am perfect,'' I replied.
'' So you are sure that you are not riled up by Micheal? What did
