Faye
My reflection in our dorm room’s vanity mirror catches the flicker of a single candle, its flame dancing as I sit, knees drawn up, staring at Sam’s laptop screen. My chest tightens, a storm of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a fierce resolve to uncover the truth behind Vivienne’s cruel whisper at the ball: Dirty money… your father’s empire burns.
Ezra’s shadowed eyes, his tense It’s messy, cut like a blade, a wound that fuels my determination. I’m not the girl Vivienne unmasked; I’m a force, driven to unravel the secrets threatening to shatter the fragile trust Ezra and I built under those chandeliers. The air is heavy with Sam’s lavender diffuser and a jasmine breeze slipping through our window, New Orleans’ pulse a faint heartbeat beyond our walls. I’m not faltering—I’m fighting, m
