Chapter 121. Behind the Closed Door

Elona's POV

The hallway leading to Madame Delance’s office was eerily silent, a sharp contrast to the buzz of whispers and heels clicking behind me in the main studio. I balled my hands into fists as my footsteps echoed against the sleek marble tiles. The cropped top I wore suddenly felt too tight over my chest. My body was aching from the drills, and the memory of that d^mned beam still lingered, its narrow line carved into my calves and my confidence alike.

I stood in front of Madame Delance's door with her name on it. I knocked twice, sharp but hesitant. “Come in,” came the unmistakable voice. It was cool and commanding. Perfectly measured.

Pushing the door open, I stepped inside the room that reeked of old money and brutal honesty. Her office wasn’t what I expected. It was sleek and minimal, yet unmistakably feminine. A single orchid bloomed