Chapter 4

The Morales estate gleamed with lights and laughter as cars lined the circular driveway. Logan's forty-second birthday celebration was in full swing, but I stood apart from it all, watching from the shadows.

"Mrs. Morales," a server whispered, approaching with a silver tray of champagne. "Would you like—"

"Just Elsie now," I corrected gently, my fingers curling around the stem of an untouched glass.

Briella had orchestrated everything perfectly. The grand ballroom had been transformed into a wonderland of white orchids and crystal chandeliers. At the center of it all sat Logan, resplendent in his military dress uniform, accepting congratulations…