The billionaire’s hidden heirs
"A Vance never walks into a room unprepared. And tomorrow night, we have a very important party. We need armor."
"Armor?" Mia’s eyes went wide. "Like a knight?"
"Better," Julian smirked, opening the first box. Inside lay a dress of pale, iridescent silk, the color of a sunrise. It was delicate, hand-stitched, and clearly cost more than the entire bakery Elara had left behind. "This is for you, Mia. It’s called 'The Dawn.' Because that’s what you are."
Mia gasped, her small hand reaching out to touch the fabric. "For me?"