Arrival Order, Power Order
Back at the hotel, Rebecca’s nineteen-year-old daughter Sophie walked in with a presence that cut straight through the elegance of the room.
Her confidence came from her father.
Her caution came from her mother.
Behind Sophie came Sam, her twin—quieter, observant, carrying the expression of someone who measured every room before stepping fully inside it.
“The board members are already downstairs,” Sam said, adjusting his tie.
“And Grandma’s driver called. She’s on her way.”
Rebecca gave a single nod.
“Thanks, Sam. Be polite, sound interested… but don’t commit to anything tonight.”
Sophie rolled her eyes, though the gesture softened the moment she studied her mother’s face.
“Another night watching him perform and us pretend,” she muttered.
Rebecca didn’t correct her.
She simply said, “Tonight is important.”
“It’s always important,” Sophie replied, though her voice shifted slightly.
“Is everything okay?”
Rebecca reached up and touched her daughter’s cheek—briefly, almost tenderly.
“Everything is exactly as it should be. Go greet your grandmother. You know how she is.”
