The Cross Family
And just beyond him, her brothers stood tall, clapping like men who knew they were witnessing something far greater than a public victory.
They were watching their sister become everything she was meant to be.
Later that night, long after the guests had left and the lights had dimmed, Mya slipped outside onto the terrace. The air was cool, the stars faint above the distant glow of the city.
Cameron joined her, carrying two glasses of champagne. “To the Heiress Queen,” he teased, raising his glass.
She laughed, clinking hers against his. “To the Cross family.”
He smiled. “To the part of it that finally shines.”