Unmistakable.
Elara.
But not the Elara he thought he knew.
Her hair was styled flawlessly.
Her dress—custom couture—flowed like liquid gold under the lights.
Every step she took commanded the room without effort.
The woman he had called “too simple”…
Now owned the air he was breathing.
Julian stopped walking.
His grip tightened on Isabella’s arm.
“That’s…” Isabella whispered.
“Yes,” Julian said.
But his voice lacked certainty.
Because this didn’t make sense.
It couldn’t.
Elara didn’t belong here.
Not like this.
Not as that.
The announcer’s voice cut through the silence again:
“Chairwoman Elara Voss, founder and principal investor of Aurora Group.”
The name hit like a gunshot.
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