Mother rummaged through my things and found the box again.“Huh. Always whining about having no money, and she spends this much on Eva,” she muttered.Jealousy. That was what it was. She had never liked how close I was to Eva.Gia, circling like a vulture, leaned over and smirked. “This is pretty. Why don’t we just keep this one, and give Eva one of your old necklaces? She’s got enough—she’ll never notice.”Mother hesitated. She was thinking about it. Of course she was. I wasn’t here. No one would know what I’d planned.“But…” she murmured, uncertain.Father had told her to bring something suitable. And none of her dusty, outdated pieces could match the soft brilliance of that necklace.Gia was like a devil on her shoulder, whispering, tempting, planting rot beneath her ribs.And in the end, Mother gave in. She kept my necklace. Wrapped one of her old ones—one with a cloudy stone, its luster long faded—and tucked it inside the velvet box.Eva would see through it in seconds. Mother had
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