Chapter 72

Camille’s POV

I left her office with renewed determination, the guest list for the Phoenix Gala burning in my mind like a promise. Two weeks. Two weeks until masks fell away. Until truth emerged from carefully crafted lies. Until Rose and Stefan and everyone who had harmed me understood exactly who had orchestrated their destruction.

The elevator carried me down to the design department, where samples of invitation designs awaited my approval. I studied each option, finally selecting a sleek black card with a single gold phoenix rising from flames. No explanation. No hint at the true nature of the event. Just a symbol of rebirth that only I would fully understand until the night itself.

“Perfect,” I told the waiting designer. “Send these out immediately. Priority delivery to everyone on the approved list.”

As the designer hurried away to execute my instructions, I allowed myself a rare, genuine smile. In two weeks, society’s elite would gather, expecti