When Catherine walked into Windsor that morning, she had no idea she’d leave questioning everything, even her own silence. But what she saw that day would ignite a confrontation the monarchy couldn’t contain. The day had begun like so many others on the royal calendar, meticulously scheduled and outwardly perfect. A spring luncheon had been arranged in honor of one of Camilla’s newest charitable patronages, bringing together several generations of the royal family under one roof. Bright flowers adorned the entrance hall, footmen bustling about with trays of tea and delicate pastries, and the gentle murmur of polite conversation weaving through the corridors. Catherine arrived with William and their three children, dressed immaculately and wearing the practiced smile of a woman who knew how to endure these gatherings with quiet grace. But as she stepped into the grand hall, something inside her stirred.
