Camille stayed awake until nearly three in the morning.
Not crying.
Not breaking down.
Just lying silently in the massive bed staring at the city lights outside her apartment windows while replaying every conversation from the past week inside her head.
Nothing changed.
Dante's words repeated quietly over and over again.
But something had changed.
Maybe not love.
That part she still felt every single time he looked at her.
But trust?
Communication?
The ease between them?
Hairline cracks had started forming.
And Camille hated it.
By morning, the media situation became worse.
Much worse.
Her assistant entered the apartment carrying coffee and an expression that already warned trouble.
Camille accepted the tablet handed to her calmly.
Then immediately regretted it.
DANTE MORETTI AND ELLA ASTOR SEEN LEAVING PRIVATE DINNER
ASTOR HEIRESS CONTINUES WORKING CLOSELY WITH MORETTI CEO
IS A NEW POWER ALLIANCE FORMING?
