POV: ElenaThe conversation around us shifted almost immediately.Several donors turned toward Camille with polite smiles, greeting her as though she were an expected guest. Judging by the warmth of their reactions, she knew many of them personally.Of course she did. People like Camille had grown up attending events like these. She understood the unspoken rules, remembered names without trying, and moved through the room with the kind of confidence that she navigated the room with an unteachable confidence, effortlessly recalling names and grasping the unspoken rules.She stopped in front of us, her smile perfectly composed. "Congratulations," she said, looking between Jace and me. "The engagement seems to be making everyone very happy." "Thank you," Jace replied evenly. Camille's gaze settled on the ring on my finger. "It suits you, Elena," I said, offering a polite smile. "That's kind of you." "It wasn't a compliment." The words were so soft that only I heard them.Before I could r
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