Elvira
The morning sun filtered lazily through the cream-colored curtains, casting pale golden streaks over my bed. I stretched like a cat, back arching, the sheets slipping from my legs as I rolled onto my stomach. I was grinning before I even opened my eyes.
A new week. And next week…My official makeup training started.
I still couldn’t believe it.
Jaxon had not only paid for the full course but insisted on enrolling me under a prestigious master artist whose schedule was already stacked for months. He didn’t just pull strings, he rewrote them.
I squealed into my pillow, grinning like a maniac, before flipping onto my back. “This is really happening,” I whispered to no one.
And then, like an uninvited ghost, the thought drifted in. The cursed bond. The happiness in my chest wilted
