The gala shimmered like something out of a dream or a trap.
Crystal chandeliers dripped like stars from the high ceilings of the Manhattan Grand Royale. Gold-trimmed arches stretched skyward, polished marble gleamed beneath stiletto heels, and every guest sparkled with curated elegance. The event was Cambria's brainchild, a fundraiser for digital literacy programs for underprivileged girls. But tonight, it was more than charity.
It was a statement.
It was a line in the sand.
It was the night Cambria Vale would reintroduce herself not just as a media mogul, but as a force to be feared, respected, and remembered.
"You good?" Elara's voice cut through the last-minute flurry as she adjusted Cambria's neckline backstage.
Cambria met her sister's eyes in the mirror. "Nervous."
"You've fought wars in heels sharper than these," Elara said dryly. "And besides, the mask you're wearing tonight? It's made of gold."
Cambria gave a breathless smile. "Let's hope it doesn't crack."
