Chapter 65

Camille’s POV

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in Victoria’s penthouse office, watching the city lights flicker to life as dusk settled over Manhattan. Rain tapped against the glass, a gentle percussion accompanying the victory drumming through my blood.

On six massive screens behind Victoria’s desk, Rose’s destruction played out in real-time. Every major news channel, every entertainment show, every social media feed, all consumed with the spectacular downfall of fashion’s rising star.

“More champagne?” Victoria asked, appearing at my side with the bottle of Dom Pérignon we’d opened when the first reports broke this morning. Her smile, rare and genuine, made her look younger.

“Please,” I said, holding out my crystal flute.

Victoria clinked her glass against mine. “To justice,” she said, voice warm with satisfaction. “Long overdue.”

“To justice,” I echoed, turning back to the spectacle on the screens.

A reporter stood outside R