Leah's POV.
The Murphy Group's event was held at their villa, a sprawling estate in a prime location, decorated with opulent details that showcased their wealth as a prominent jewelry family.
Enzo held my hand as we entered the grand hall. With his status, countless eyes followed our every move. Under the scrutiny of the crowd, I plastered on a perfect smile, playing the part of the ideal companion by his side.
“Are you… Madelyn’s daughter, Leah?” A striking middle-aged man approached, a hint of excitement in his expression.
Madelyn was my mother’s name.
I searched my memory for any recollection of this refined man but came up blank. Beside him stood an elegant woman in an expensive dress who spoke warmly, “Sweetheart, you might not know me, but I was very close friends with your moth
