Elera's POVThe grand ballroom of the Kane mansion was alive with elegance and power. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm golden glow over hundreds of the city’s elite, politicians, CEOs, socialites, and philanthropists. Lydia Voss-Kane had spent weeks organizing this charity gala for the children’s hospital, and it showed. She moved through the crowd like a seasoned queen, radiant in a stunning floor-length gold gown that shimmered with every step. Her smile was warm and genuine as she greeted guests, hugged old friends, and thanked donors personally.“Mr. and Mrs. Whitaker, thank you so much for your generous contribution,” Lydia said brightly, air-kissing a wealthy couple. “The children will benefit tremendously. Victor and I are truly grateful.”I watched my mother from across the room, a strange mix of pride and unease twisting in my chest. She looked so happy, so completely in her element as the new Mrs. Kane. Victor stood beside her, the picture of a powerful, devoted husband in h
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