Sarah’s POV:

The restaurant was quiet. It wasn’t empty, just controlled.

It was the middle of the day, yet, the lighting was soft, it had low music and the polished glass on the tables caught gold reflections from the chandeliers overhead.

This was the kind of place that immediately screamed wealth and opulence.

Sarah sat perfectly still, as gorgeous and beautiful as ever. Or at least, she believed so.

Her posture was flawless, and her chin was slightly lifted as pride filled her eyes. Her fingers were wrapped delicately around a glass of wine she still hadn’t touched.

And right in front of her, was Sylas’ sister, Ella.

She was...