Swapping the Targeted Diamond Ring
Not long after, I rechecked Sophie's social media. The close-up photo of the ring had vanished.
'Good. Deleting it only means it rattled her,' I thought.
I reloaded the mall membership card and handed it to Victoria.
"Mom," I spoke sweetly, "there's a new drop from that luxury brand. It matches your ring perfectly. I heard Mrs. Graham and Mrs. Ewing already booked appointments."
Those two were her eternal rivals—always battling over handbags, diamonds, and designer outfits. They'd flaunted new pieces just last week, and Victoria had been seething ever since.