2 septembre 2026

The Dress He Burned, The Empire He Lost

A team of stylists stepped out.

Designers.

Makeup artists.

Security personnel.

People who had known my true identity for years.

People who had protected my secret.

The neighbors peeked through their curtains as men in tailored suits opened doors and carried garment bags worth more than the entire house.

« Lady Clara, » Harrison Blackwood said as he stepped forward and bowed slightly. « Everything is prepared. »

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