The Kane Foundation Fundraiser shimmered beneath a canopy of gold and crystal.
Held in the ballroom of the historic Lexington Grand Hotel, it was an affair meant to dazzle: velvet drapes, soft candlelight, and tables adorned with roses and gold-edged programs. The media called it the social event of the year.
But for Mia, it was a battlefield.
Every detail had been weaponized. The guest list? Curated. The press? Carefully handpicked. The timing? Brutal—just four days after the public humiliation.
She arrived alone.
Lucas had insisted she make her entrance independently. “Let them see you,” he’d said. “This isn’t about me tonight. It’s your fight.”
So Mia stood in the spotlight, a column of emerald silk and confidence. Her hair was swept into soft waves, her expression calm. But insid
