Rose hurled the crystal glass across the penthouse. It shattered against the wall in a spray of liquid and glittering shards. On the television screen, Camille and Alexander stood side by side at their press conference, hands joined, faces composed, turning what should have been their greatest humiliation into a triumph.

"How?" Rose screamed at the screen. "How is this happening?"

She grabbed the remote, increasing the volume to hear her sister's voice, ...