The morning after the gala dawned unusually bright, sunlight streaming in through Amelia’s sheer curtains like it had a purpose. She hadn’t slept much—her mind had been racing long after she’d taken off the emerald gown and wiped off the glamour. But it wasn’t regret that kept her up.
It was clarity.
The ballroom. The whispers. The dance. The feeling of reclaiming her narrative. And Sebastian’s eyes were on her like she was the only person in the world.
She felt… powerful.
And she wasn’t about to waste that momentum.
Still in her silk robe, coffee in hand, Amelia opened her laptop and began sorting through the emails that had flooded in since last night. News alerts, social media tags, and—of course—meeting requests. She was halfway through deleting another vague invitation when her g
