Damian insisted I attend my first public appearance that same night.
A charity gala.
I stood in front of the mirror wearing a gown that didn't feel like mine. Elegant. Expensive. Untouchable.
"You look acceptable," Damian said.
"Acceptable?" I scoffed.
He leaned closer. "You look dangerous."
The word stirred something inside me.
At the gala, whispers followed us everywhere.
"That's his wife?"
"I heard she came from nothing."
"She doesn't belong here."
Then I saw her.
Camille.
Her eyes widened when she saw me on Damian's arm.
She smiled. Fake. Calculated.
"Amara," she said. "I thought you disappeared."
I smiled back. "I upgraded."
Damian's hand tightened around mine.
Camille's gaze flicked to him. Recognition dawned—and fear.
Camille knew who Damian was… and that terrified her.