Skylar's POV “Wait!” She gasped, reaching out to grab my necklace. “Where did you get this from? I've been trying to get my hands on this exact piece for ages.” Damien does have eyes. “It's a gift,” I replied, touching the pendant. She leaned closer, examining the necklace. “Damien must have bought it.” Her tone turned cold, laced with something bitter. “Can you give it to me?” Was she serious? “Why?” “Don't get me wrong.” She pouted, nudging my arm. “Think of it as a keepsake of our friendship. You haven't forgotten my offer, right? Let's take a picture. I'll post it on my socials so we can remember this day. Now pull it off, please.” I sighed, watching her pull out her phone, and gently pushed her hand away. “I don't like taking pictures. And I have a friend who might bite your head off if she saw you talking to me.” “Wow, I'm so jealous of you.” She flashed her ring finger, fidgeting with the heavy stone. “I don't have anyone to call a friend. The man I got engaged to
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