Chapter 23 — A Bank Account in a Bridal Gown

We walked into the ballroom to thunderous applause — three hundred of the city’s elite, flowers, a live orchestra.

Ottavia floated table to table.

“My new daughter-in-law,” she told a cluster of investors, glowing.

“A brilliant CEO.

Now our enterprises grow together.” And listening to her, I understood something with perfect clarity: to this woman I had never once been a person.