Chapter 138. The Wings

Elona's POV

Tristan and I drove in silence to VFS. He was going to work today as he looked handsome in his suit...as always. The city was waking up, its pulse steady but muted. Traffic murmured around us, but my thoughts were louder. The familiar streets blurred past, each landmark drawing me deeper into the coil of unease tightening in my stomach.

Tristan’s hand rested on the steering wheel, his knuckles white from the grip he didn’t seem to notice. I glanced at him sideways, noting the tension in his jaw. He hadn’t spoken much since we left the house. Neither had I.

We pulled up outside the Velvet Fashion Studios. The building shimmered in the light, its sleek modern facade daring anyone to question what went on behind its doors. I sat still for a moment, heart pounding in my chest, and I took in a deep breath.

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