Chapter 57

• Rosalina's POV
• ​The heavy oak doors of the dining hall click shut, and the last of the serving staff retreats into the kitchens, leaving a thick, ringing silence in their wake. The moment we are entirely isolated, the artificial, towering dignity my former almost-mother-in-law had maintained in front of the patriarchs completely evaporates.
• ​Yolanda reaches across the pristine white linen tablecloth, her perfectly manicured fingers sliding forward to eagerly wrap around my hands. She squeezes them with a sudden, intense physical warmth that feels entirely calculated—a desperate anchor designed to hold me steady before I can capsize the family’s structural plans.