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But that was not the only thing that surprised her when Kris suddenly spoke–something that even Gemini was surprised of. “But, auntie…” Kris’ voice trailed off before saying more, “There is still gold left.” Kris remarked, crumpling Gemini’s forehead in shock. “Georgia found it under the safe place–yes, there’s more than one safe for the gold.” Kris said as he looked into her eyes. Gemini’s mouth gaped open as bewilderment started to cradle into her mind.

she tells me and pulls out a golden one. "How's this?" She asks and smirks when she sees the spark in my eyes. This particular one gives the vibes of something a queen will wear. The golden mesh material does not only have threads of gold woven into it, it also has pieces of gold attached to specific parts of the dress that give it such a divine glow. "What the hell?!" I panic. This one is more womanly and queen like with the gold, but the other dress has pink precious stones attached to it, and it just makes me think of a princess. Damn it. What the hell. I can not even choose between the two.

How in the name of the beloved Goddess am I still alive? I wanted to curl up and slip into death like the other people, but then the sound of the horses grew louder. Instinctively I dived below the table we dined on only minutes ago, and tried to listen in on the people approaching. The sound of the horses stopped as the people arrived at the scene, and there was silence for a while. Then someone spoke up. "Well, well. It seems it worked." The voice sounded familiar: too familiar, it made my skin crawl.

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

Her mother attempted to rescue her, and both of them tragically drowned. Although the faces in the news photos were blurred out, I spotted the bracelet on the mother's wrist right away. It was a little bracelet I had made for Mom in kindergarten craft class for Mother's Day. At the time, she had smiled and said she would definitely wear it. Then, she turned around and tossed it carelessly into a flower pot, completely forgetting about it. I set down my phone and quietly stared out the window. Ashton came over and hugged me. He seemed to want to say something to comfort me, but opted for silence instead. There was nothing else to say.

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

I smelt… like him. “This was all I could find,” the consultant panted as she carried in three heavy dresses. Candice eyed the white gowns. Her face dropped. Oh boy. “I’m not feeling them. They don’t scream me!” “Don’t you want to try them on?” I asked. “You wouldn’t get it Lilly. A dress should have an aura.” Aura? “Geez, why don’t you just get a designer?” I muttered. Candice gasped and shot to her feet. “That’s an amazing idea! Can you get me the guy that did your best friend Gigi’s wedding gown? That dress was a showstopper.”