CHAPTER 6
The annual Metropolitan Gala was the night Celeste chose to make her move. It was the most exclusive event in New York, and she was the guest of honor, parading around in a dress that cost more than a mid-sized sedan.
Damian arrived uninvited, flanked by his security team and two federal agents. The entire ballroom went silent as he walked in, his gaze fixed on Celeste, who was holding court by the champagne fountain.
“Damian, darling, you look positively unhinged,” Celeste remarked, swirling her glass with a bored expression. “Still obsessed with the maid?”
Damian walked right up to her, his presence dominating the entire room. He didn't say a word; he simply held up a tablet and tapped the screen, displaying a live feed of the ballroom projected onto the giant screen behind them.
The feed changed. It showed video footage of Celeste inside an apartment in Barcelona, the very place she had held Sofia captive.
“I thought you might want to share your side of the story with the world, Celeste,” Damian said, his voice carrying over the sound system.
May you like
The crowd erupted into chaotic noise. Reporters were shouting, cameras were flashing, and Celeste’s carefully constructed mask finally began to crack.
“You did this to yourself,” Damian whispered, stepping closer. “The world sees you now.”
