The word worthy echoed in my head like a sharp slap.
I stood in the doorway of my guest room, clutching my phone while Dominic’s warning sank into my bones. The Kane board of directors wasn't just planning a simple anniversary gala; they were setting up a trap. They wanted to test me, to quiz me, and to watch me crack under pressure just to see if a girl from a struggling local event planning company had the guts to carry the Kane name.
Well, they had another thing coming.
I didn't cower, and I didn't cry. Instead, a fierce, burning spark ignited right in the center of my chest. Nobody—not a bunch of snobby corporate executives, not a ruthless board of old men, and not even Dominic's grandfather—was going to sit in a room and decide my worth. I earned my success through sweat, long nigh
