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Chapter 35 — A Minor Logistical Issue

Author: Aveline Voss
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-18 09:13:08

The subsequent conversation with Camille took hours. After a long day of navigating the underlying tensions of the Delacroix estate, the biting alpine air of the Geneva evening was a welcome relief. It was only the first day, and while there were still shifting dynamics to figure out, the overall situation felt far more stable than I had anticipated.

Camille had also confirmed that both Delacroix cousins whose shares could tip the balance would be attending the Maison’s annual gala in two day
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