The weight of Amilia’s words settled over the room like a dense fog.
Emry Csany.
Rosalind’s fingers curled into fists at her sides. She had spent years forcing herself to believe Emry was gone, that her betrayal had died with her. And yet—
“No,” Tristan said, his voice eerily quiet. “That’s not possible.”
Amilia crossed her arms. “I’m telling you, the intel is solid. The mastermind behind Charisma’s newest perfume line is Emry Csany.”
Rosalind felt something inside her crack. “Are you sure it’s really her?”
Amilia hesitated. “That… I don’t know.”
Tristan’s jaw tightened. “If she’s alive, she’s playing a dangerous game.”
Cicilia groaned from the bed, shifting slightly. “If Emry is involved with Charisma, that means Nicholas has been playing a much bigger game than we thought.” She w
