I swallowed hard. "And the rest of the family?"
"Bankrupt within two years. Their homes sold. Their treasures auctioned. The Preston name forgotten by society that once bowed to them."
Victoria looked at me fully now. "That's the lesson, Camille. Revenge isn't about violence or threats. It's about patience. About being smarter. About taking what matters most to those who hurt you."
She opened her bag, removing a small wooden chest. Beautifully carved, with silver hinges and lock. About the size of a jewelry box.
"This brings us to why we're here today."
She held out the box to me. I took it, feeling its surprising weight.
"What is it?"
"Your funeral." Victoria's eyes were steady on mine. "For Camille Lewis."
Understanding dawned slowly. "You want me to..."
"Put everything inside.
