Camille barely slept.
Not because of fear.
Not because of the media.
Not because of the countless articles still circulating online.
But because for the first time in years, she felt close to understanding something about her mother that had remained hidden her entire life.
The letter sat on her nightstand.
She had read it four times.
Then five.
Then six.
Every sentence felt precious.
Personal.
Real.
The words had followed her into sleep and greeted her again when she woke.
Now sunlight streamed through the penthouse windows while the city bustled far below.
Camille stood before the mirror fastening a pair of diamond earrings.
Simple.
Elegant.
Professional.
She wasn't meeting Cassandra Kingsley as a frightened girl searching for answers.
She was meeting her as Camille Laurent.
CEO.
Businesswoman.
The richest woman in the country.
A woman who had built her own empire.
A knock sounded behind her.
Then Dante entered.
