The Perfect Facade

Daphne’s POV

I spent the afternoon in a state of vibrating anxiety, pacing the length of my solitary bedroom and checking the clock every five minutes. The humiliation from the morning still burned in the back of my throat. The image of that model, the sting of her words, and the absolute coldness of Kaelen’s gaze. But my mother was coming. Evelyn Beaumont didn't just visit; she inspected. And if