The Betrayed Heiress's Comeback

I woke up with a gasp on the day of my debutante ball, the most anticipated event of the Texas social season.

My eyes snapped open to the familiar silk canopy, but a strange, phantom pain still clung to my last breath.

My custom-designed gown, perfected over months with the couturier, was gone from its stand.

This void, this seemingly small act, brought a cold dread, sharp and entirely too familiar.

Because in my previous life, this "missing" dress was the very first tiny crack, the prelude to a cascade of betrayals.