"I want you to show only one or two pictures of Eve in the magazine. If possible zero pictures at all," Sullivan said once they were alone at a corner, his voice lowered but firm, leaving no room for debate.
Eddie took a breath, glancing at Sullivan's resolute expression. "I can't do that. She may be adopted, but she's still a Rosette. The readers know that, too. And I might get in trouble with Sinclair if I reduce Miss Eve's exposure in our magazine."
Sullivan's jaw tightened. "But that's the point, Eddie—she's adopted. She doesn't carry the Rosette bloodline. Do you really believe a family like ours would hand real influence to someone outside our lineage?"
Eddie pressed his lips together, sensing the unspoken reality behind Sullivan's words.
Everyone knew that, in the circles of the rich, bloodlines were everything. High society had its own harsh rules—rules that treated adopted heirs as temporary stand-ins, placeholders until a 'true' heir took their place.
