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14: GHOST IN SILK

Author: Francesca Chow
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-11 01:41:24

The rumors came in like perfume; soft, sweet, and impossible to ignore.

In the halls of the Marchetti estate, nothing stayed secret for long, not even the kind of secret that happened behind tinted glass and moaned through fogged-up car windows.

Whispers slipped between wine glasses at breakfast, echoed down linen covered hallways, curled beneath the heavy chandeliers in the ballroom.Did you hear? She was seen leaving Amy Moretti’s club. Not just seen; she looked wrecked, you know what I mean. The estate staff had no chill, and the daughters of the empire? Even less.

But Elowen Marchetti was untouchable or at least she had been until Amy. Ellie twirled in her bedroom, bare feet sliding over the marble floor, her silk nightgown catching the late morning sun like smoke, the music was soft, some old jazz from the vinyl player her maid had rescued from the attic last winter. She didn’t care what was playing. She just wanted to move. To feel everything she felt last night still clinging to
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