Chapter Forty Nine - Confronting the Truth

socialites flitted from group to group, their laughter tinkling above the gentle strains of the string quartet. Amelia spotted Sophia near the champagne fountain and gave Alessandro's hand a gentle squeeze before making her way over. "Sophia," Amelia greeted warmly, despite the coolness she had faced from the woman in recent weeks. Sophia turned, surprise flickering across her features. "Amelia, I... wasn't expecting to see you here." Amelia smiled, undeterred. "I understand things have been... strained lately. But I was hoping we could talk. There's something important I need to share with you." Curiosity overtook Sophia's initial hesitation. "What is it?" Amelia glanced around discreetly before leading Sophia to a quieter corner of the room. From her clutch, she produced a small, elegantly bound folder. "I know you've heard things about me," Amelia began, her voice low but firm. "But I need you to look at this. It's not about me—it's about Dante." Sophia's eyebrows rose as sh