Elara took a deep breath before stepping back into the dining room. The conversation she'd overheard earlier between Damien and Vivienne's father kept replaying in her mind.
"Please take good care of her," Alistair had said about Vivienne.
The stark contrast between his paternal concern for her half-sister and his complete disregard for her own well-being over the years stung. She had never once heard those words directed toward her.
Eleanor beamed when Elara returned to the table. "There you are, dear. Come sit. We're discussing the charity gala next month."
Victoria Sterling, Damien's mother, glanced up with cold eyes. "Will you be attending, Elara? I assumed you'd be too busy with your... new job."
The emphasis on "new job" dripped with disdain. Victoria had never approved of Elara working outside the family business, viewing it as somehow beneath the Thorne family image.
"I haven't decided yet," Elara replied calmly, reclaiming her seat.