Elena stared at the threatening text message for the tenth time since waking. Someone at the wedding had recognized her. Someone knew she was Selena Carter.
A knock on her door made her jump.
"Breakfast is ready," Rafael called. "We need to talk."
Elena tucked her phone away and opened the door. Rafael stood there in a casual black t-shirt and jeans, looking nothing like the intimidating businessman everyone feared. The sight made her heart skip unexpectedly.
"Sleep well, Mrs. Sinclair?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face.
"Not really," Elena admitted, following him to the kitchen where a feast awaited. "I got a message last night."
Rafael froze halfway into his seat. "What kind of message?"
Elena showed him her phone. His expression darkened as he read it.
"Someone at the wedding recognized you."
"Impossible," Elena whispered. "My own father wouldn't recognize me now."
