It was the destiny of some bright stars to die young sometimes, but it was still hard to believe her brother was dead. It was unfair and cruel. He had been born with so much talent and kindness and brilliance in him, only to die in his thirties due to a shipwreck.

She simply cried for a bit, unable to find the right words to say. Part of her felt guilty for being alive when her brother wasn’t. There were times when she felt pangs of jealousy at the admiration her brother had received. She had never been as recognised as him. At times she had even felt like she was a mediocre designer who had had the luck to be next to the bright star. She now though that. The lesser Lytton had perished. What was she supposed to do without her brother to guide her and protect her?

“Oh Jules,” Camilla said in a shaky voice. “What am I supposed to do with him gone?”