CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
ELLA’S POV
I’d always known Hikaru came from an influential family, but actually being here, at a dinner party where everyone’s outfit probably costs more than two years of my salary, makes the disparity between us painfully clear. Everything around me screams wealth—the gleaming chandeliers, the quiet hum of live classical music in the background, the waitstaff moving with practiced grace as they pass hors d’oeuvres on silver trays. My palms are clammy, and my heart is racing like it’s preparing for a marathon I never signed up for. Hikaru, on the other hand, looks like he was born into this world. As we walk through the room, he exchanges greetings, each smile he receives one of recognition and respect.
“Hey, you’re going to be fine,” he whispers, leaning close, his
