Chapter 96

Elara pov

If my life were a story, the author would be a deranged, emotionally unstable, caffeine-addicted maniac who refuses to let me have a single normal day.

Because really, tell me why just moments ago, I had been happy. I had told myself today would be peaceful. A happy day with my mother.

No drama, no work that required me to clean or you know, strip. A day where I could sit with her