Mrs. Banks’ living room was like a palace. White marble floors, glass chandeliers dripping light, and couches that looked too expensive to sit on. I stood there, my palms sweaty, my heart pounding.Her eyes bored into me like I was a stain on her perfect floor.“Your mother,” Mrs. Banks said, her tone sharp and cold, “was caught red-handed with my necklace. A family heirloom. Do you understand how serious this is, Celina?”My throat tightened. “That’s not true,” I whispered, then louder, my voice cracking. “That’s not true! My mother has worked for your family for ten years without stealing a single pin from your house. She ironed your clothes, polished your silver, cooked your meals-why would she suddenly steal your necklace?”Mrs. Banks raised a brow, unbothered, sipping from her porcelain teacup. “Sentiment doesn’t erase evidence. She had it in her possession. That’s enough.”Tears blurred my sight, spilling before I could stop them. “Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “She woul
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