Chapter 89

Camille sat frozen in Victoria’s private office, eyes fixed on the television. Alexander paced behind her chair while Victoria stood near the window. The screen showed the Plaza Hotel ballroom converted into a press area, camera flashes pulsing across the room.

“Are you sure you want to watch this?” Alexander asked, touching Camille’s shoulder.

Camille nodded, unable to speak, her throat tight and hands cold.

“They might still side with Rose,” Victoria warned. “Be prepared.”

The camera shifted to show Margaret and Richard Lewis entering. Camille sucked in a breath. Her parents looked older than she remembered, her father’s shoulders stooped, her mother’s face drawn. Behind them, unexpectedly, came Stefan Rodriguez.

“What is he doing there?” Camille whispered.

“Alexander’s handiwork, I suspect,” Victoria replied.

Richard adjusted the microphone, his hand trembling slightly. “Thank you all for coming. My wife and I have called this press confe