The pressure from their families was undeniable.

Amy might carry the Sinclair name, but she'd never lived as part of the Sinclair dynasty. Not a single penny of the family fortune had touched her hands, and the Sinclairs had no right to demand she bear their burdens.

Lillian smirked. "Celeste, I was counting on you to say that! If you'd hesitated even a second, I might have lost faith in you."

Natalie nodded in approval. "We're just dealing with a couple of frauds. Taking them down? That's barely a challenge."

All three turned to Genevieve.

"Genevieve, we'll leave this in your hands."

Genevieve's smile remained polished, but her gaze turned razor-sharp.

"So Victoria thinks she can hire some thugs and intimidate Celeste just because she believes Celeste stands alone? She's mistaken. Celeste has us, and as long as we're here, no one touches her."

Lillian clenched her fists. "Damn right. Let's make sure they get exactly what's coming to them."

That same evening, Genevieve, Natalie, and Lillian took to their social media accounts, announcing they would be special guests at Amy's upcoming concert.

None of them were influencers or celebrities, so their posts didn't trend among the general public—hardly anyone noticed.

But in elite circles, the news spread like wildfire.

Genevieve's account might only have a modest following, but most of them were scions of high society.

Even Aurora followed her.

In their world, Genevieve's status was nearly on par with Aurora's—both sat at the pinnacle of the social hierarchy.

As a true heiress, Genevieve had never bothered with self-promotion. She didn't need to hype her own performances—her talent, beauty, and bottomless wealth made fame irrelevant.

It had been years since her last post.

This time, the moment she updated, thousands of comments flooded in.

Aurora sat by her window, sipping tea. When Genevieve's post appeared, she paused, then tapped the like button.

Genevieve could very well become her future sister-in-law. Staying on good terms was only prudent—no need to complicate things for her brother.

But then she spotted Amy's name in the post.

Her finger froze mid-air.

"Amy?"

A beat later, Aurora chuckled to herself.

"Probably just a coincidence."

If Amy really had connections like these, would her divorce have been such a scandal?

More likely, she was just grasping at straws, hoping to catch her father and brothers' attention.

Meanwhile, at the Blackwood estate...

Margaret Blackwood traced her fingers over the freshly delivered invitation from the Whitmore family.

She slid it across the table to her daughter, Charlotte.

"The Whitmores are hosting a concert at the end of the month. Rumor has it they've invited all the major families—the Harringtons, the Beaumonts, the Fairchilds, the Kingsleys, and the Delacroixs. Word is the three Harrington brothers are still unmarried. You'd better make an impression. If you catch even one of them, your future is set. They say they're all devastatingly handsome, charismatic—the whole package. Didn't you always say you wanted a man like that? Well, here's your chance—go bag one."

Charlotte barely glanced up from her phone, rolling her eyes.

"As if someone like me could land a Harrington. Isn't the current head of the family, Harrison Harrington, still single? If you're so confident, why don't you try for him?"

Margaret's face darkened. "Watch your tone. That's no way to speak to your mother."

Charlotte shrank back, falling silent.

Then, her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a piercing scream.

"Ah!"