She moved to her dresser and started pulling out clothes. I watched her select pieces with the same tactical precision she brought to everything else. Combat-ready underwear in midnight blue. Form-fitting jeans that would allow full range of motion. A sweater that managed to be both practical and devastatingly attractive.
"Our parents planning to watch?"
"Every second. From the VIP section that Cel arranged."
"With Seraphina?"
"Among others."
Natalia's tone carried warning. I recognized that particular shade of diplomatic caution. It meant politics were involved. Probably the kind that could get me killed if I handled them wrong.
"Anyone I should know about?"
"Reyna's sister flew in this morning."
The words hit like cold water. Veronica Cabana. The corporate shark who'd turned her sister into a marketable commodity and built an empire doing it. The woman Julian's father wanted to impress and Seraphina probably wanted to neutralize.
"Wonderful."
