Electra's POV
The cool breeze brushed against my skin as I stood at the rooftop, a cigarette lazily balanced between my fingers. I took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke into the open air, watching as it dispersed into the sky.
My mind, however, was far from at peace.It was a mess of thoughts, plans, and calculations.
Ever since my whole life turned upside down, including the existence of my so-called uncle, I had been mentally strategizing on how to safeguard my position as Crown Princess.
Because one thing was clear, and that was—if I didn't act soon, I was going to lose everything, and I was not the type to lose.
I brought the cigarette back to my lips, ready to take another drag, but then—
"Electra."
The familiar voice cut through my peace and quiet, and I immediately stiffened. I turned my head slightly, my eyes narrowing as I watched Irina walk towards me.
Of course.
