For our second anniversary, Victoria announced she would host a grand celebration at their family estate. “A night to honor our family,” she said.
The mansion glittered with chandeliers and champagne fountains. Two hundred guests mingled in their jewels and silk gowns. I arrived in a simple cream dress—elegant, but modest—and instantly felt out of place among the designer labels.
Hours later, just as the orchestra quieted for her toast, she suddenly clutched her neck. “My diamond necklace—it’s gone!” she cried.
All eyes turned to her, then to me.
“You were in my dressing room earlier,” she accused. “I saw you near the jewelry box.”
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