Elara collapsed onto her couch with a loud, frustrated sigh. She stared at the ceiling of her tiny, underwhelming apartment. The glamorous photoshoot was over, and now here she was, surrounded by her modest furnishings and a lingering sense of confusion that wouldn't leave her alone.
But more importantly because somehow, this was more important she couldn't stop thinking about her.
Amara Lyselle.
The heiress had taken up an alarming amount of space in Elara's brain recently, and for the life of her, Elara couldn't figure out why. From the very first moment they'd met again in this life, Amara had been nothing like the cold, arrogant villainess she had known before. That version of Amara had been calculating, manipulative, and every bit the antagonist Elara expected in this twisted world.
But this Amara?
"What in the world happened to her?" Elara muttered, glaring at her ceiling like it held all the answers.
