Beatrice Harrington was the architect of this world. A woman forged in the crucible of old money and ruthless ambition, she presided over her family like a queen surveying her realm. Her posture was impeccable, her silver hair styled into a flawless chignon, and her gaze was as sharp and unforgiving as cut glass. She had built the Harrington legacy on two pillars: absolute power and the appearance of flawlessness.