Camille sat frozen in Victoria's private office, eyes fixed on the television. Alexander paced behind her chair while Victoria stood near the window. The screen showed the Plaza Hotel ballroom converted into a press area, camera flashes pulsing across the room.

"Are you sure you want to watch this?" Alexander asked, touching Camille's shoulder.

Camille nodded, unable to speak, her throat tight and hands cold.

"They might still side with ...