Chapter 52

Third-Person POV

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Camille’s private suite, warming the polished wood floors and catching the fire of diamonds still resting on her dressing table. She hadn’t returned the necklace to its velvet box last night, instead leaving it where she could see it when she woke this morning, a physical reminder that the events at the museum hadn’t been a dream.

Her phone lit up with another notification. The fifth news alert in twenty minutes. She reached for it, already knowing what she’d find. Another article. Another photo. Another round of speculation about her and Alexander Pierce.

This one came from the Business Insider: “WALL STREET ABUZZ: KANE-PIERCE CONNECTION SENDS MARKETS SOARING.” The photograph showed them standing together beneath the museum chandeliers, Alexander’s hand resting lightly at the small of her back, her face turned up toward his with an expression of genuine warmth that looked foreign even to her own