Chapter 23: The Longing for Home
The Navigli district was a maze of dark canals and rain-blurred streetlights, but Élise didn't stop to admire the beauty of Milan tonight. She scrambled up the stairs to Zara's apartment, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The luxury of the Varese estate and the high-fashion world of the Moretti Group felt like a toxic dream she was desperate to wake up from.
When Zara finally opened the door, she barely had time to say hello before Élise collapsed into her arms, sobbing.
"I can't do this, Zara," Élise cried, her voice muffled by her friend's shoulder. "I just wanted a career. I just wanted to make my mother proud and send money back to France. How did it turn into this? Why am I caught between two men who look at me like I'm a ghost or a prize?"
Zara pulled her inside, locking the door and leading her to the small, mismatched sofa. "Élise, look at me. Breathe. You're safe here."
