The room exploded into noise.
"What do you mean original bride?" Adrian demanded.
Victor's voice immediately came through a conference call Elena had opened from her phone.
"WHAT ORIGINAL BRIDE?"
Elena sounded equally dangerous.
"I leave the country for two days and suddenly we're uncovering secret fiancées from twenty years ago?"
Camille wasn't listening anymore.
Her eyes remained fixed on the article.
The photograph.
A younger version of herself.
A younger Dante.
Standing together at a charity event she barely remembered.
The picture wasn't shocking.
What shocked her was the date.
She slowly zoomed in.
Then froze.
"No way."
Dante looked at her immediately.
"What?"
Camille pointed at the screen.
"The date."
His eyes narrowed.
Then his expression changed.
Because the photograph had been taken nearly ten years ago.
Long before either of them had any meaningful relationship.
Long before the public knew their names.
Long before Helixor.
Long before the empire.
