Chapter 30
CAMILLE’S POINT OF VIEW
“Five minutes until your entrance, Ms. Kane.”
I nodded to James, Victoria’s head of security who now shadowed me at all public events. My heartbeat quickened, but my face revealed nothing. One year of training had perfected my mask, the serene, confident expression of a woman born to wealth and power rather than thrust into it by circumstance and revenge.
From my position in the private antechamber above the grand ballroom, I could observe without being seen. The Kane Industries Annual Charity Ball spread below me in a glittering panorama of wealth, influence, and carefully cultivated social connections. Three hundred of New York’s elite in designer formal wear, diamonds catching light from crystal chandeliers, champagne flowing as freely as the gossip.
All of them waiting for their first real glimpse of Victoria Kane’s mysterious adopted daughter. The woman who had appeared seemingly from nowhere, who had closed the TechVault acquisition that business publications called “the deal of the year,” who had been named heir to one of the largest private fortunes in the world.
The woman I had become.
“Are
you ready?” Victoria appeared beside me, elegant in midnight blue, silver hair swept into a sophisticated updo. Nothing in her demeanor betrayed the significance of tonight, my official introduction to the social world that had once broken and discarded Camille Lewis.
“Bom ready,” I replied, smoothing the skirt of my gown, a custom creation in deep emerald that hugged my transformed body before flowing to the floor in liquid silk. The color had been Victoria’s suggestion. “Green for rebirth,” she’d said. “For growth emerging from destruction.”
Victoria studied me with critical eyes, looking for flaws in my presentation. Finding none, she nodded once. Remember, this isn’t merely a social event. It’s reconnaissance. Intelligence gathering. Every conversation has purpose.”
“Identify allies, locate weaknesses, establish presence,” I recited our agreed strategy. “I know my role.”
“Good.” Victoria checked her diamond watch. “Three minutes. The announcement will come after my welcome. speech.”
My fingers brushed the phoenix pendant at my throat, my talisman, my reminder of transformation through fire. Matching earrings caught the light as I turned to check my reflection one final time in the antechamber’s gilded
mirror.
The woman looking back bore no resemblance to the one who had signed divorce papers on her anniversary a year ago. Dr. Torres’s skilled alterations had given me sharper cheekbones, a more defined jawline, a slightly different nose. My once–long brown hair now fell in a sophisticated bob, darker and more dramatic. Designer clothes draped a body transformed by Jason’s relentless combat training, leaner, stronger, carrying itself with unconscious authority.
But the most profound changes were in my eyes. No longer soft with seeking approval. No longer wounded by betrayal. Cool, assessing, confident in ways Camille Lewis had never been.
Rose wouldn’t recognize me if we stood face to face. Stefan would see a stranger if we shared an elevator. My own parents would look right through me, not connecting this polished executive with their forgotten daughter.
Perfect
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Victoria’s voice carried through the sound system as she took the stage below “Walco—- to the annual Kane Industries Charity Ball,”
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I moved to the top of the grand staircase, positioning myself just out of sight of the crowd below. From here, I could see everything, the raised stage where Victoria addressed the assembled guests, the dance floor surrounding it, the tables laden with gourmet delicacies, the bar areas where the real business of the evening would occur in quiet conversations lubricated by expensive alcohol.
“As you know,” Victoria continued, “tonight’s event benefits the Kane Foundation for Educational Excellence, which has provided over two billion dollars in scholarships and program funding since its inception.”
Polite applause rippled through the crowd. These people hadn’t come for charity, they’d come for connections, for status, for the exclusive privilege of attending the most sought–after social event of the season. The millions raised were merely a convenient byproduct of their networking.
“Before we continue with the evening’s program, I’d like to make an introduction many of you have been anticipating.” Victoria’s voice changed subtly, warming with what sounded to the uninitiated like maternal pride. Only I knew the calculation behind this performance. “As some of you may know, I’ve recently welcomed a daughter into my life.”
A murmur ran through the crowd, speculation finally about to be confirmed.
“Though we’ve kept her identity private until now to allow her time to acclimate to her new role, many of you have already read about her business achievements.” Victoria turned toward the staircase where I waited. “It gives me great pleasure to introduce my daughter and heir, Camille Kane.”
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