The gala had barely started and Camille already felt the shift in the room.
Everywhere she walked, eyes followed.
Not because of her dress.
Not because she was "Dante Moretti's wife."
But because she walked like someone who refused to be swallowed by the room.
Dante stayed behind her by a few steps.
Not beside her.
Not ahead.
Behind.
Watching every single interaction like it was part of a board meeting where someone was about to get fired.
Camille didn't give him any attention. She didn't have to. She knew he was tracking her.
Which was why the moment another man stepped into her path, Dante noticed before she even opened her mouth.
"Camille Laurent," the man said smoothly, offering a hand. "I've been hoping to meet you."
She recognized him immediately.
Elias Varon.
The young tech investor whose new company was currently disrupting one of Moretti Corporation's subsidiaries.
He wasn't just a rival.
He was a threat.
Camille extended her hand out of courtesy.
