The Grand Ballroom was a sea of diamonds and tuxedos. Seraphina Rivers stood at the main entrance, checking the guest list on her tablet, revelling in her role as the “Public Face” of the new regime.
She didn’t notice the side door near the catering kitchen easing open.
Victoria Vance slipped in, pulling Isabella Moretti behind her. They were dressed in evening gowns Victoria had pulled from storage–Victoria in deep emerald, Isabella in midnight blue.
“Stop!” Seraphina shouted, spotting them across the room. She rushed over, her face twisting in anger. “You aren’t on the list. Security!”
Victoria stepped in front of Isabella, blocking Seraphina’s path. “Back off, Seraphina. You already destroyed one marriage in this family. I won’t let you destroy a legacy.”
Before Seraphina could signal the guards, the house lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The “Gatecrash” was successful; they were in the room.