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    Avo interjected, “El, why not meet me instead?”


    Lance typed, “Dream on! You’re nowhere near Yoswye. I’m closest to El right now. So try not to be too envious.”


    Avo ignored SecondBest, obsessing over why El wouldn’t meet him instead. Another message from him followed. “El, just say the word. I can be in Yoswye before you know it!”


    Cyn interjected, “El, one flight and I’ll be there too!”


    Lance red at the barrage of replies, irritation flickering across his face as he wrote, “Why are any of you even involved in this? I was the one who spoke to her first, so step aside.”


    Meeting El for real was all he could think about, and he wasn’t about to let the others barge in on it. Another message flew from his fingers. “El, just tell me where you are. I’lle to you right now.”


    A sly smile curved Elena’s lips as she answered, “Why don’t you try guessing?”


    Confusion washed over Lance as he rubbed his temples,pletely clueless. His reply came quickly. “El, you’re killing me here. How would I possibly know where you are?”


    “Too bad! Let’s forget about the whole meeting thing then,” Elena retorted, enjoying every second.


    Recognition dawned on Lance in an instant. If he got her location right, a meeting was in the cards. A wrong guess meant his hopes were dashed. Every possible…


    answer ran through his head, but none seemed to fit. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pin down her whereabouts.


    Little did Lance know—the person he was so desperate to see was in the very same building now.


    Elena’s medical skills stunned everyone. The day after the surgery, Terrance Schneider, the king of Yoswye, opened his eyes and came to. Not only was he awake, but he was in remarkably good spirits and recovering faster than anyone had expected.


    Joy filled the pce, and soon avish ball was arranged by the royal family to honor his recovery. Elena, the hero of the hour, was ced at the top of the guest list.


    Thoughtfully, Tinsley arrived, armsden with an elegant gown and a stunning box of jewelry. “Healer, I had no idea what you liked, so I picked these out for you. They’re all Helena originals. You can wear them tonight if you like.”


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    A nce told Elena these emerald pieces were her own designs, worth a fortune—fifty million, easily. She hadn’t expected Tinsley to be so generous. She thanked Tinsley sincerely.


    Tinsley replied in a soft, genuine voice, “It’s me who should be thanking you. Without you, my father wouldn’t have made it.”


    Momentster, an attendant called for Tinsley, and she slipped away, leaving Elena alone.


    Elena turned to the gown—a white evening dress with a skirt adorned with hundreds of diamonds, catching the light with dazzling brilliance.


    As dusk fell, the ball began.


    Yoswye’s reputation for warmth and enthusiasm was on full disy. Stepping into the ballroom, Elena immediately caught sight of a couple locked in a kiss, undisturbed by the world around them.


    Light gleamed from every corner of the room. Gowns shimmered and tuxedos shone asughter and spirited talk filled the air. Every person in the room was either born into Yoswye’s royal bloodline or held a powerful position at the top of the kingdom’s hierarchy.


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