While the mountain air remained still, the Rossi estate in the city was in a state of chaos. Priscilla stood in the center of her mother’s vanity room, her breathing shallow as she stared at the glowing screen of her tablet.
"It’s gone," Priscilla whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and fury. "Mom, it’s all gone."
Sofia Rossi, draped in a silk robe, looked up from her jewelry box. "What are you talking about, darling? What is gone?"
"The scandal! The photos of Seraphina at the hotel, the articles about her been a slut, the 'home-wrecker' headlines—they’ve vanished," Priscilla hissed. She refreshed the page, but every link led to a dead end. In their place were cold, formal legal retractions stating that the information had been proven false and defamatory.
Sofia snat
