Elena descended the grand staircase quietly, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
She was already dressed—an elegant black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, her hair pinned up just the way Damian liked.
The butler was waiting below, standing with perfect posture. "Madam," he said with a polite bow. "The car is ready."
She nodded, clutching her purse. The butler led her outside. The black car gleamed in the driveway, sleek and intimidating, just like the man who owned it.
He opened the door for her, and Elena stepped in—only to freeze the moment she saw who was sitting inside.
Damian.
His expression unreadable. He didn't say a word. Just one look from him made her heart skip a beat. His presence filled the car—calm, powerful, dangerous.
"I… I didn't know you'd be going too," she managed to say, her voice soft and uncertain.
He didn't respond. The door closed behind her, the car began to move, and silence fell heavy between them.
