Naomi’s POV
The sunlight streamed through the soft curtains, creating golden lines on the marble floor. It was early—too early for Miranda’s school alarm and too late for peaceful sleep. I was sitting in my robe by the window, holding a mug of warm lemon water, looking down at the digital invitation displayed on my tablet screen.
Closing Keynote – Naomi Montego-Darlington.
Alone. Not “& Raymond.” Not “Mrs. Darlington.” Just me.
My name.
At the very bottom of the program, in bold.
My fingers hovered over the “confirm” button. It would only take one tap to finalize it. One flick of my thumb to announce to the world that I belonged not just beside powerful men—but in front of them.
I didn’t press it.
Instead, I closed the screen and leaned back, the cushions sighing beneath me. I had
