Chapter 85
Kaeleen's POV
The sound of her laughter, rich and genuine, was a melody I was fast becoming addicted to. It echoed in the quiet space of the studio, chasing away any lingering shadows. We sat there on the worn sofa, the empty pizza box a casualty of our shared meal, the atmosphere light and buzzing with a new kind of energy. Her agreeing to come to the gala felt like a bigger victory than the completion of the Phoenix itself.
"I'll love that," I said, still smiling at her playful boast about stealing the show. "The world should see you. All of you."
My words hung in the air for a moment, and her playful expression softened into something more thoughtful. She leaned back against the sofa, her eyes, clear and direct, fixed on mine.
