ALIANA

The car slows before the gates, and my breath catches at the beauty of the site before me.

Despite everything and despite all of these years of knowing the scope of excess of which this family is so comfortably aware, I am still not used to the drama of a Hamilton event.

Light pours out into the night like liquid gold. Valets move with military precision. Cameras flash, Voices boom with money, with power, with curiosity.

King's eyes go wide and he leans forward in his chair.

“Wow!” he says. “Is this a palace?”

I smile and stroke his knee with my palm. “Something like that.”

He looks down...