YILENA HOLT POV

"And who did you say you are again?" Amelia asked, her brows furrowing as she looked at me from head to toe. There was a faint crease between her brows, the kind that told me she was already trying to figure me out, already deciding whether I was worth another second of her time.

"Yilena Holt." I said, then smiled, the gesture flawless after days of practicing. I had stood in front of the mirror countless times, rehearsing that exact smile until my cheeks hurt, until I could make it look natural even when everything inside me was anything but. "As I said before, I really admire...