Chapter 13

Meanwhile, Renee Callahan was abroad. The morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding into the room as she slowly woke up in the lavish, princess-style canopy bed, stretching with a relaxed, sleepy grace. She was no longer Scarlett. She'd gone back to her birth name. A week had passed since her reunion with her biological parents, Dwight Callahan and Celine Hatherly. Now, she stood as the eldest daughter of the wealthiest family in the country—the Callahans. The soft chime of the bedside bell echoed through the room, followed by the sound of brisk, purposeful footsteps drawing near from the hallway. A line of housekeepers entered, pushing rolling racks loaded with haute couture gowns, dresses, shoes, and jewelry. The display was like a private fashion show set up just for her. "Ms. Callahan, what would you like to wear today?" the head housekeeper asked with a smile, her voice soft and full of respect. Renee rubbed her eyes, her gaze wandering over the