Chapter 44

Camille’s POV

Five screens glowed on the wall of Victoria’s private office, each displaying a different fashion blog. The headline on Fashion Insider screamed in bold type: “ROSE LEWIS: FASHION’S FEMME FATALE?” Below it, a grainy but unmistakable photo showed Rose entering a London hotel with Jonathan Hayes, her mentor’s husband.

Victoria and I sat side by side at her conference table, watching the story unfold in real time. The digital clock on her desk showed 9:07 AM. The story had been live for exactly twelve minutes, and already the view counter showed over three thousand clicks.

“Perfectly timed,” Victoria said, satisfaction evident in her voice. “The fashion industry wakes up, checks their morning feeds, and finds their darling exposed.”

I nodded, a strange mix of emotions washing through me. Satisfaction, yes. The first real blow against Rose’s carefully constructed image. But something else too, something I hadn’t expected. A hollow feeling in