The reception stretched into the early hours, a blur of champagne toasts, dance floor laughter, and hundreds of congratulations. By three in the morning, only the hardiest guests remained, clustered in small groups on Victoria's moonlit lawn. Camille sat with her parents and a few Kane Industries board members, her wedding dress pooled around her in a cloud of ivory silk, her eyes bright despite the late hour.

Alexander touched her shoulder gently. "I need to check ...