Lines We Cross

Chapter 13

YN stared at the open suitcase on her bed, mentally running through the packing list. The annual Sterling party wasn't just another holiday gathering—it was the event, attracting politicians, CEOs, and other influential guests every December. As she added the final touches to her wardrobe selection, her gaze landed on the sleek, tailored Tom Ford suit hanging in the closet. The dark fabric had an understated elegance, with clean lines and a perfect fit that spoke of sophistication. It was exactly what she needed to embody the Sterling image.

The sound of footsteps approaching drew her attention, and a moment later, Maya and Nina wandered into the room, their curiosity evident as they surveyed the scene.

"Going all out, huh?" Maya said, eyeing the Tom Ford suit draped over the chair. "Is there someone you're trying to impress, or just trying to live up to that Sterling reputation?"

YN smirked, folding a few more items into the suitcase. "It's a family event. You know how it is," she replied lightly. "I'd rather not hear my parents lecture me about looking presentable."

"Still," Nina chimed in, leaning against the doorframe, "we haven't seen much of you lately. No parties, no hangouts. You've been MIA."

"Just a lot going on," YN said, keeping her tone casual. "I'll make it up to you guys, I promise. As soon as I get back, we'll have a weekend to remember."

"You'd better," Maya said with mock sternness. "We're starting to think you have some kind of secret life. You usually don't go this long without partying."

YN chuckled, zipping up her suitcase. "Trust me, I'll make up for lost time."

Maya wandered over, running her hand along the lapel of the suit. "You're going to look hot," she said with a grin. "Even the politicians won't know what hit them."

"Just as long as I don't cause a scandal," YN replied with a smirk, tossing a couple of last-minute items into her carry-on bag.

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The drive to the private airstrip was familiar, almost routine, but the December chill added a sense of anticipation. Wreaths and lights adorned the streets, casting a soft glow in the fading light. As YN's car approached the sleek jet waiting on the tarmac, she felt a faint flutter of nerves, not for the event itself, but for what it represented. This was more than just a holiday party; it was a stage where expectations had to be met.

As she boarded the plane and settled into a leather seat, her phone buzzed with a message from her mother.

Are you on the plane?

YN quickly typed back

Taking off now. Should be home in a couple of hours.

She glanced out the window as the engines roared to life, the jet beginning its ascent into the darkening sky. Thoughts of the party swirled in her mind, but one thing stood out: Elizabeth would be there. For the first time, the professor would step into the world of the Sterlings, a place filled with old money and quiet power.

Before she could think better of it, YN sent a quick text to Elizabeth.

You okay? Nervous about tomorrow?

Elizabeth's reply came after a few moments.

I'm fine. More nervous about surviving a night surrounded by billionaires.

YN smirked, her fingers tapping out a response. Stick with me, and you'll be fine.

The reply came instantly. Planning on it, Miss Sterling.

There was a thrill in the back-and-forth, a flirtation that simmered beneath the formal words. YN leaned back in her seat, letting the hum of the engines and the view of the clouds carry her thoughts forward to what lay ahead.

———

The estate came into view as the car made its way up the winding driveway, the grandeur of the old Georgian mansion looming large against the backdrop of winter trees. The grounds were elegantly decorated for the season—wreaths hung on the doors, garlands adorned the stair rails, and subtle lighting cast a warm glow across the gardens. The holiday touches were tasteful and refined, adding just enough festivity without overwhelming the estate's classic charm.

YN stepped out of the car and breathed in the crisp December air, a hint of pine and wood smoke lingering on the breeze. She had only taken a few steps toward the entrance when her father, Alexander, appeared at the top of the steps, his expression as composed as ever.

"You made it," he said in a voice that was both welcoming and edged with expectation. "Your mother's been waiting to go over the details."

"Wouldn't miss it," YN replied, matching his calm tone as she walked up the steps to meet him.

As they entered the grand foyer, Claudia Sterling was speaking with the event coordinator. She turned when she saw YN, a warm but appraising smile on her face.

"There you are," Claudia said, crossing the room. "I was beginning to wonder if we'd need to send a jet to retrieve you."

"I'm here, Mom," YN said, trying to sound reassuring. "And everything looks perfect, as usual."

Claudia's eyes flickered to the decorations before returning to YN. "It should be. We've been doing this long enough," she said lightly, then paused. "I hear that Elizabeth Olsen will be attending this year?"

YN fought to keep her expression neutral at the mention of Elizabeth's name. "Yes, she's arriving tomorrow with the other guests."

"Good," Claudia remarked. "It's her first time, isn't it? A lot to take in."

"I'm sure she'll manage," YN replied, her voice even.

Alexander stepped in, his gaze steady as he regarded his daughter. "Make sure she feels welcome. We want her to leave with a good impression."

"I will," YN said, giving a slight nod. She could already feel the weight of the family's expectations settling onto her shoulders. It wasn't just about her own performance; it was about representing the Sterlings as a whole.

———

The rest of the evening unfolded in a quiet buzz of preparation. YN took a walk around the estate, checking the ballroom where the banquet tables were being set up. The staff worked with calm efficiency, adjusting every detail with care. There was a subdued energy in the air, as if the house itself was anticipating the arrival of the guests.

She made her way out onto the balcony overlooking the frosted gardens, allowing herself a moment of stillness. The view was serene, the winter landscape stretching out like a painting. Tomorrow, this quiet would be replaced by a lively hum of conversation, laughter, and music. It would be the kind of night that required charm and poise, qualities that had been drilled into her since childhood.

Her phone buzzed again—another text from Elizabeth.

Just checked into the hotel. It's... a bit much for my taste.

YN chuckled, her fingers tapping out a quick response. Get some rest. You'll need it tomorrow.

Elizabeth's reply came almost immediately. You too. It's going to be quite the spectacle, isn't it?

You have no idea, YN thought, but she simply replied, You'll see.

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