e fabric of the bag, her wrist flic

he ruby necklace tumbled out of the velvet case, clatt

ing both hands over her mouth in dramatic horr

idor, her footsteps sharp and furious. "Wh

at the end of the hall, whispering among th

the fallen necklace with trembl

rough the high-ceilinged foyer. "It's completely fine! I was going to give it to her anywa

giving it to her is charity! Her taking it behind our backs is outright theft! For eighteen years we c

ou did it-you're just trying to survive out there, right? Your biological parents are out of work, your five brothers are scraping by with nothing to their names, and an ailing g

e, their hushed tones dripping with sy

... That bespoke piece is easily

craft that exclusively for Miss Macy-her

yet she's still trying to shield som

brat... Miss Isadora

e, tilting her chin up with an exp

s a bottomless black hole-ten necklaces wouldn't pay off half their debts! She doesn't deserve a single cent from

torm of accusations, Isa

nting with cool, detached amusement. She looked at Macy-at the quivering lower lip,

ng into a languid, dangerous smirk. After months of plotting, is this re

was no panic, no desperate denial, not even a flicker of indignation. Isadora's presence was so icy,

back from Brenda and stepped directly into Isadora's space

Mom back... Just take it and

ed glance at the cloudy red stone befor

the domestic staff watched with bated breath, and Macy wore

out. Her slender fingers closed around the velv

victorious glee-*she a

the trap, Isadora tilted her head, a razor-s

her voice dead-calm and cutting through the quiet like g