Her bedroom door opened without warning. Victoria stood in the threshold, still wearing her travel clothes, face tight with controlled anger.
"I see you're awake," Victoria said, gaze immediately finding the necklace on the dressing table. "And still in possession of Pierce's... gesture."
Camille set her phone down, screen darkened to hide Alexander's messages. "I was about to arrange its return."
"That's being handled. My security team will deliver it directly to Pierce Industries this afternoon." Victoria entered the room, closing the door firmly behind her. "What were you thinking last night?"
The direct confrontation was unusual. Victoria typically employed more subtle methods of expressing disapproval, pointed questions, carefully chosen silences, implied disappointment rather tha
