Callie POV
The Voss estate felt like a prison.
I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of my private sitting room, staring out at the perfectly manicured gardens. The same gardens I had walked through just days ago, dreaming of my wedding day. Now those dreams lay in ruins, trampled by that slum girl in her cheap white dress.
My hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. The pain felt good. It reminded me I was still alive. Still fighting.
The door opened softly behind me. Nylah slipped inside, closing it with a quiet click. She had changed out of her wedding guest attire into a simple black dress. Her eyes were sharp, alert, and just as angry as mine.
“Sister,” she said, walking over to stand beside me. “The news is everywhere. They are calling it the Scandal of th
