My name is Elena Vance. By all external measures, I had a perfect life. A corner office at a marketing firm. A penthouse with a view of the city skyline. A fiancé, Derek, whose smile could charm a congressman. But perfection, I was learning, is merely the mask that exhaustion wears to the gala.
This is the threshold of .
I placed my watch into the basin— Time is a construct, and you are its servant. Gone. I placed my phone— The opinions of three hundred people you don't like. Gone. I placed my engagement ring— The promise you made to a man who has never seen you cry. Gone. monique-s secret spa- part 1