Chapter 73

MADISON’S POV The room buzzed with expectation; the atmosphere was so tense it felt stifling. One small announcement transformed an already busy evening into a show people were desperate to see. Beside me, Ethan grew rigid. Catherine, my mother, stayed unnervingly calm, her fingers coiled around the stem of her champagne flutes but I knew her well enough to see the flicker of expectation in her eyes. The host stepped front, dragging the suspense for all it was worth, his smile harsh as he spoke to the audience. "The enigmatic designer 'Miss K. ';'true identity everyone has been asking about.” A group of hushed voices travelled over the room. Every eye swiveled toward the stage, breath stopped, waiting for the show. Anxiety stabbed deep in my gut. I might lose everything once they find out who Miss K is. I had spent years trying to climb this ladder, create the ideal image, and present myself as the sole legitimate heiress of the family despite my poor background. But she came back and