Serenya’s POV
The sun was already dipping below the horizon by the time I shut the door behind me. I dropped my handbag beside the dresser and let my body collapse onto the bed, face-first into the plush pillows. The scent of rose and vanilla clung to the linens, a small comfort in this house that still didn’t feel like home. My head throbbed with questions, none of which I had the answers to, Elara’s strange behavior, Eryan’s unnerving presence earlier, the growing weight of keeping up this façade… it all pressed against me, suffocating.
But I didn’t have the luxury to rest. I had to film.
I peeled myself from the bed and stood, moving like a wind-up doll. The first thing I reached for was Celis’s old tripod. Its hinges were rusted and creaked as I extended it, but it still held its fi
