But Amelia did.
Inside the ballroom, a small orchestra played softly while donors gathered near the stage where speeches would soon begin. Investors clinked glasses, discussing new developments and financial forecasts. Everything looked elegant, controlled, and effortless.
Exactly the image Julian Royce had spent twenty years building.
What no one in the room truly understood was that Amelia had already been living behind the cracks of that image for years.
That night, the cracks were about to shatter.
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