For one long moment, nobody inside the Paris atelier moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Julian Sterling stood beside the legendary crimson gown known as The Siren\u2019s Heart, staring at Lily as though he had seen a ghost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Madame Vance insisted that the dress was worth a fortune and had been reserved for the evening auction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Julian did not care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPut it on her,\u201d he ordered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Minutes later, Lily stepped from behind the velvet curtain wearing the gown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It did not merely fit her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It looked as though it had been created for her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then Julian removed an old photograph from his coat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman in the picture wore the same dress, had the same gentle eyes, and carried the same tiny birthmark near her collarbone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lily recognized her immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Madame Vance went completely pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because the gown was not the only secret she had been hiding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Julian\u2019s Impossible Command<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance blinked at Julian as though she had misunderstood him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSir?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her eyes moved from Lily to the crimson gown displayed beneath the glass lights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis dress is reserved for tonight\u2019s auction. Collectors have traveled from three countries to bid on it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe starting price is nearly two million euros.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know exactly what it is worth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian\u2019s eyes remained fixed on Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPut it on her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The assistants surrounding the display exchanged nervous looks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one touched The Siren\u2019s Heart without Madame Vance\u2019s permission.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The gown was considered the final masterpiece of Celeste Fontaine, one of the most mysterious designers in Paris fashion history.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It had not been worn publicly in more than fifteen years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance stepped closer to Julian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou cannot be serious.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian finally looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His voice became colder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI did not ask whether the auction house approved.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance\u2019s lips tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian Sterling owned investments in several of the largest fashion houses in Europe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had the wealth to purchase the dress without attending the auction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n More importantly, he had the influence to destroy the evening before it began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance turned toward Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The kindness she had pretended to show earlier disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCome with me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily Was Afraid to Touch the Dress<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily did not move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She wore a faded gray sweater, an old skirt, and shoes that had been repaired more than once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The crimson gown shimmered beneath the lights like something created for royalty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMe?\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian stepped closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The color had drained from his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily looked toward Madame Vance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI should not wear it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy not?\u201d Julian asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is too valuable.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n His expression softened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat is not what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily swallowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI do not belong in something like that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian looked at her for several seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he said quietly:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPerhaps it belongs to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance\u2019s head turned sharply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian ignored her reaction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He motioned toward the velvet fitting room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTry it on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two assistants carefully removed the gown from the display.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They handled it with white gloves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the crimson fabric moved beneath the showroom lights, hundreds of tiny sequins reflected across the walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily followed them behind the curtain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Siren\u2019s Heart<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The gown was unlike anything Lily had ever touched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Its fabric was soft but heavy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thousands of deep-red sequins had been stitched by hand into a pattern resembling waves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Around the neckline, darker stones formed the shape of a heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One assistant helped Lily remove her sweater.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The other carefully lifted the gown over her shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then both women stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They stared at each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d Lily asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Neither answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The first assistant slowly fastened the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was no need to tighten the waist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No need to adjust the shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No need to pin the hem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The dress settled perfectly around Lily\u2019s body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not almost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Perfectly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The assistant closest to her stepped backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis cannot be right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily looked at her reflection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the first time, she saw something other than the quiet girl who cleaned the atelier floors after school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The gown made her appear older.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elegant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Strangely familiar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As though she had seen this reflection somewhere before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Curtain Opened<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The assistants pulled the velvet curtain aside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily stepped into the showroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every conversation stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A tailor holding a measuring tape lowered his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two auction representatives near the entrance became silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even Madame Vance seemed unable to breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The crimson sequins caught the warm showroom lights and shimmered around Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The gown moved naturally with every step.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His eyes filled with disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he whispered one name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCeleste.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily heard him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho is Celeste?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian did not answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His hand trembled as he reached inside his coat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He removed an old photograph protected inside a clear envelope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The edges were faded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The image had been taken years earlier inside the same atelier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A young woman stood in front of a mirror wearing The Siren\u2019s Heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Woman in the Photograph<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian held the photograph beside Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The resemblance was impossible to ignore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman had the same soft brown eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The same delicate face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The same shape around the mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even the way she held one hand near the dress looked familiar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily leaned closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her breath caught.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman also had a tiny mark near her left collarbone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The same mark Lily had carried since birth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her fingers rose toward it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The words came out as a whisper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance went rigid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian turned toward her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou told me Celeste\u2019s daughter disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance looked toward the assistants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEveryone leave the room.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian\u2019s voice became firm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey stay.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is private.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She had only a few memories of her mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A warm voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The scent of lavender.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hands drawing dresses late at night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then one morning, her mother vanished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily had been told she had abandoned her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily Remembered the Sketchbook<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI have seen that dress before,\u201d Lily said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy mother had a sketchbook.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily closed her eyes, trying to recover the memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe kept it beneath her bed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOne page showed a red dress with a dark heart around the neckline.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance interrupted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMany designers create red gowns.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily ignored her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere were initials written beneath it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian stepped closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat initials?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cL.F.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked at Madame Vance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her face changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian turned back to Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour full name is Lily Fontaine, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance quickly said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat proves nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian raised the photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCeleste Fontaine designed this dress for her daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFor me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Dress Was Never Meant for Auction<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian walked toward the glass display and removed the auction card.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It described The Siren\u2019s Heart as an unclaimed private design discovered after Celeste Fontaine\u2019s disappearance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian tore the card in half.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance gasped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis gown was never yours to sell.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt belongs to the atelier.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He faced her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt remained under Celeste\u2019s ownership until it could be transferred to the beneficiary named in her private design archive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance crossed her arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo beneficiary was ever located.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian looked toward Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe is standing in front of you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily\u2019s knees felt weak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She placed one hand against a nearby table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI do not understand.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian approached her gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother did not simply make this dress.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He raised the photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe left it behind for you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian Knew Celeste Fontaine<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow did you know my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian became quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance watched him carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Years earlier, before he became one of Europe\u2019s most powerful fashion investors, Julian had worked as a young financial adviser.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Celeste Fontaine was already famous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But she wanted to build a fashion house independent of wealthy investors who controlled designers through debt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian helped her find private funding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Over time, they became close friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Celeste trusted him with company records, original sketches, and legal agreements.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she suddenly disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance announced that Celeste had left Paris after suffering an emotional breakdown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She claimed Celeste had abandoned both the atelier and her daughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian had searched for Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But Madame Vance told him the child had been taken abroad by distant relatives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI believed her,\u201d Julian admitted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily looked toward Madame Vance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou knew where I was?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance did not answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance Tried to End the Conversation<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance walked toward the showroom doors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis discussion is finished.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian stepped into her path.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked at him with anger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou have no right to question what happened inside this family.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou told me Lily disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI said she was removed from Paris.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou knew she was living less than four miles from this atelier.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance\u2019s eyes moved toward Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe was safe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily\u2019s voice trembled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI lived in a crowded boarding house.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance said nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI worked here after school cleaning floors.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Still no answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou watched me walk past this gown every day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance looked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily\u2019s eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou knew who I was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Hidden Label<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n One of the assistants stepped closer to Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere is something inside the dress.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She carefully lifted the lower layer of crimson fabric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hidden beneath the lining was a small embroidered label.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The thread had faded with time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily bent to read it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For Lily\u2014when she is ready to know the truth.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Her hand covered her mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian looked toward Madame Vance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou had the gown restored last year.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance remained silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe restorer would have seen that label.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt may have been added later.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe embroidery matches Celeste\u2019s original work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily touched the words gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her mother had sewn them into the gown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not for an auction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not for a museum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Locked Design Archive<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian turned toward the rear hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere are Celeste\u2019s private records?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance moved quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey were destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIn the fire?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe fire that damaged only one storage room?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance\u2019s expression tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOld electrical systems are unpredictable.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian looked toward the atelier manager.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOpen the basement archive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The manager hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance raised her voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo one opens anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian removed his phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen I will call the police and report an attempted sale of disputed property.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The showroom became silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance understood the danger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If ownership of the gown was questioned publicly, the auction would collapse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every collector invited that evening would learn that the atelier might be selling property it did not legally own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFine,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut you will find nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Basement Room<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The archive was located beneath the atelier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Its steel door required two keys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance carried one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The atelier manager carried the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside were shelves filled with garment boxes, photographs, fabric samples, and business records.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dust covered many of the containers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian searched for Celeste\u2019s name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily stood beside him, still wearing the crimson gown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance remained near the entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After several minutes, Julian found an empty shelf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A small brass label remained attached to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n C. Fontaine \u2014 Private Collection<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere are the boxes?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance shrugged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDestroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily noticed a red thread caught between the shelf and the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It matched the thread used inside the gown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She pulled it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A thin wooden panel moved forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Behind it was a narrow hidden compartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside rested a black case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Celeste\u2019s Final Archive<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian placed the case on a table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was locked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily noticed a small heart-shaped opening beside the clasp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked down at the dark stones around the gown\u2019s neckline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the center was a tiny removable piece shaped exactly like the lock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her hands trembled as she pressed it into place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The case opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside were original sketches for The Siren\u2019s Heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A birth certificate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Company ownership documents.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Several letters addressed to Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And a small recording device.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance rushed forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat material belongs to the atelier.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian blocked her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily picked up the birth certificate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her mother\u2019s name appeared clearly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Celeste Fontaine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The space for her father\u2019s identity had been left blank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Beneath the document was a sealed letter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the front, her mother had written:<\/p>\n\n\n\n For my daughter, if Madame Vance tells her I abandoned her.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance\u2019s face lost all color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Letter From Lily\u2019s Mother<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily opened the envelope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The paper inside shook between her fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My dearest Lily,<\/p>\n\n\n\n If you are reading this, then I was unable to return for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I need you to know that I did not leave willingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance discovered that I planned to transfer the atelier into a trust bearing your name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She also discovered the true identity of your father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily stopped reading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance moved toward the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The atelier manager blocked her path.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was afraid that if the truth became public, powerful people would use you to control both the Fontaine name and the inheritance connected to your father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Siren\u2019s Heart contains the key to my private archive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wear it only when you are surrounded by people willing to protect you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily looked at Julian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat inheritance?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian searched through the remaining documents.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He found share certificates connected to several fashion properties.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Together, they represented a fortune.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But beneath them was another sealed file.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It carried the Sterling family crest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian stared at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His hand began to shake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance\u2019s Final Lie<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian opened the file.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside was a legal acknowledgment signed fourteen years earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He read the first page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he looked toward Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His expression contained shock, guilt, and disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance shouted:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDo not tell her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily turned toward her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTell me what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance\u2019s control finally disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother was going to ruin everything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe was going to expose people who trusted her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian\u2019s voice became cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe was going to protect her daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance pointed toward Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat girl was never supposed to return here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The words echoed through the basement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily stepped backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian placed himself between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he looked at the document again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The legal acknowledgment identified the man who had secretly funded Celeste\u2019s first atelier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man whose name had been removed from every public record.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man who had signed a private agreement concerning Celeste\u2019s daughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian slowly raised his eyes toward Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother did not hide your father because she was ashamed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily\u2019s voice barely worked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause he belonged to one of the most powerful families in Europe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame Vance closed her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian turned the document so Lily could see the signature.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The name written at the bottom was Sterling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily looked from the document to Julian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His face had become completely pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before she could ask what it meant, the basement door opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n An elderly man stood on the other side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He carried a silver cane and wore the Sterling family crest on his coat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The moment he saw Lily wearing The Siren\u2019s Heart, the cane slipped from his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He stared at her as if twenty years had disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he whispered:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCeleste?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Julian stepped forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked toward Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is her daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The elderly man\u2019s eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And Madame Vance quietly 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