That evening, Weston arrived at the mansion to go over the security arrangements for the next day's gala.
As he was leaving, he passed close to me and lowered his voice. "Mrs. Carter, tomorrow evening, the third VIP seat from the right. Also, watch out for the hidden micro-cameras near the roses on the west side."
Chloe had arranged them in advance. She planned to capture my humiliation on camera.
I nodded. I had long understood the ambitions and schemes of everyone involved, but Weston's quiet decency still softened something in me.
The next day, Eleanor's seventieth birthday gala became the most anticipated social event of the season in Bellemont.
Ethan was the tech world's newest sensation. He had made his name in advanced robotics, earned the backing of investors and industry lead
