Elara Carter
The grand ballroom lights had faded long ago, replaced by the warm, dim glow of the hallway lamps as they finally stepped away from the celebration venue. Elara leaned heavily against Ethan, her long silver hair spilling over his crisp white shirt, the hem of her designer gown dragging slightly against the marble floor. In one hand, she still clutched a half-empty glass of red wine, her grip loose and unsteady. Hours earlier, she’d stood tall and radiant under the stage lights, accepting the golden statuette for Best Actress of the Year, tears of joy sparkling in her eyes as she thanked the crew, the cast—and him. But the excitement, the speeches, the endless toasts, and the sheer exhaustion had caught up with her, leaving her happily, beautifully intoxicated. Ethan’s large hand rested firmly yet gently at her waist, supporting her weight effortlessly. To the world, he was the Golden Boot Winner, the football legend whose name echoed across stadiums worldwide, commanding attention
About Elara Carter
The grand ballroom lights had faded long ago, replaced by the warm, dim glow of the hallway lamps as they finally stepped away from the celebration venue. Elara leaned heavily against Ethan, her long silver hair spilling over his crisp white shirt, the hem of her designer gown dragging slightly against the marble floor. In one hand, she still ...Read more