Elara took a slow, steadying breath as she stood in the center of the crowded event hall. The encounter with Vivienne in the powder room had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. The calculated malice in her half-sister's words lingered like a bitter aftertaste.
"Here," Julian said, pressing a fresh glass of champagne into her hand. "You look like you need this."
She accepted the drink gratefully. "Is it that obvious?"
"Only to someone who knows you well." Julian guided her toward a quieter corner of the room. "Want to talk about what happened?"
Elara shook her head. "Not here." She took a sip of champagne, letting the bubbles dissolve on her tongue. "Let's focus on why we came. The investors, remember?"
Julian studied her face for a moment before nodding. "If that's what you want."
"It is." Elara straightened her shoulders, smoothing down her blue dress. She refused to let Vivienne and her thirty-million-dollar gown derail this evening. "I'm fine, Julian. Really."