Chapter 2 - THE GHOST IN THE BALLROOM
Ethan’s heart hammered against his ribs as he stared at the woman in the maid’s uniform. Her trembling hands instinctively reached out to brush a tear from little Lily’s cheek. "Elena?" Ethan’s voice was barely a whisper, yet it echoed through the deathly silent ballroom. Vanessa, the bride, lunged forward, her pristine white gown catching on shattered crystal. "Security! Throw this impostor out!" she shrieked, her perfectly manicured mask slipping. But Ethan blocked her path, his eyes never leaving Elena. He grabbed the maid's wrist—feeling a frantic, very alive pulse. The woman who had supposedly burned in a wreckage four years ago was standing right in front of him.
