In the candlelit salons of Palermo, where whispers travel faster than carriages and a glance can cost a fortune, Angelica di Rosso stands like a flame in velvet. Born to modest Sicilian roots but gifted with breathtaking beauty and a mind sharpened by ambition, she knows her worth—and the cost of using it. Her father parades her through noble halls like a prize horse, hoping to sell her into prestige. But Angelica is no one’s pawn. Each smile she offers is measured, every curtsy a calculated.