
For decades, the Forrester family reigned supreme, their name etched into the very fabric of fashion history. But beneath the silk, diamonds, and dazzling runways lay a secret so devastating it could reduce the empire to ashes. On September 26th, the secret finally walked through their door — and her name is Elise.
She did not arrive quietly. No, Elise stormed into Los Angeles like a ghost wrapped in fire, carrying nothing but a battered leather sketchbook and a past soaked in whispers. Inside its fragile pages rested the sketch of a woman’s face — haunting, delicate, unforgettable. A sketch drawn years ago by Ridge Forrester himself during his glittering years in Milan and Paris. And with steady, fearless eyes, Elise declared the unthinkable: that woman was her mother.
