PART 2: Three weeks after my midnight-blue Versace dress vanished from my closet

since entering the cathedral, my hands stopped shaking completely.

“To my daughter Charlotte: if you are reading this, then my suspicions were correct.”

The room became motionless again.

“I spent the final year of my life watching people around you carefully. Some loved you. Some loved your name. Some loved what they believed you would inherit.”

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