Chapter 30

Camille’s POV

“Five minutes until your entrance, Ms. Kane.”

I nodded to James, Victoria’s head of security who now shadowed me at all public events. My heartbeat quickened, but my face revealed nothing. One year of training had perfected my mask, the serene, confident expression of a woman born to wealth and power rather than thrust into it by circumstance and revenge.

From my position in the private antechamber above the grand ballroom, I could observe without being seen. The Kane Industries Annual Charity Ball spread below me in a glittering panorama of wealth, influence, and carefully cultivated social connections. Three hundred of New York’s elite in designer formal wear, diamonds catching light from crystal chandeliers, champagne flowing as freely as the gossip.

All of them waiting for their first real glimpse of Victoria Kane’s mysterious adopted daughter. The woman who had appeared seemingly from nowhere, who had closed the TechVault acquisition