Zoey's POV The doors to the Rosemonte Hotel ballroom felt bigger than they should. On the other side, hundreds of guests. A party ready to officially begin. Out here, in the antechamber, it was just me—pacing back and forth like I could wear my anxiety down with the sound of my heels against the carpet. I'd mentally rehearsed my opening lines at least twenty times. The "family" part. The "legacy" part. The "success" part. The "future" part. Which was funny, because if there was one thing I'd learned over the past few years, it was this: the future isn't written in speeches. It's written in repeated courage. In the work no one sees. In love that can carry the weight of hard days. Still… I was going to have to open my mouth. Kensington Beauty had launched big. Too big for something that, a year ago, was just a folder on Christian's tablet and my hobby of mixing things with grapes like I had any business playing alchemist. Twelve stores around the world. Twelve. I kept rep
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