The morning after my victory dawned with headlines blazing across every news channel, each one echoing a truth the world could no longer deny: the girl they called a scandal had won.
I sat in my office, watching the news tick across the screen in elegant fonts, each headline more poetic than the last, each segment capturing the moment I turned humiliation into history with nothing but steel, silence, and the right shade of lipstick.
Outside the glass walls of my new corner office, people moved differently executives offering nervous smiles, assistants lowering their voices when they passed, even Camilla pretending to review notes just to avoid meeting my eyes.
Valerie, for once, was nowhere to be seen.
I didn’t need to ask why.
Queens don’t search for ghosts they let them tremble behi
