She placed the cookies on the table and, as if by accident, added, "Oh, right. Jasmine, that bracelet you wore yesterday was stunning. What brand was it?"
I glanced down at my wrist.
Empty.
It was the first gift Simon had ever given me. I never took it off.
Last night, in my distress, I must have left it on the bathroom sink.
Panic flared in my chest. I turned and ran back upstairs.
But the sink was bare, save for my skincare bottles.
The bracelet was gone.
I rushed back down, my gaze locking onto Sarah.
"Where is my bracelet?"
Sarah looked the picture of innocence.
"What bracelet? Jasmine, I don't know what you're talking about."
"When I arrived, Jessica was cleaning the guest room. You should ask her."
I turned to Jessica.
The housekeeper looked flustered. "Madam, I... I didn't see any bracelet."
I was shaking with rage.
There were only three people in this villa.
If it wasn't the maid, who else could it be?
Seeing the storm brewing in my eyes, Sarah said timidly, "Jasmine, don't be angry. Maybe you remembered wrong?"
"Or... maybe it fell somewhere?"
"Is it that important to you?"
"Hand it over."
The color drained from Sarah's face instantly.
"Jasmine... I'm sorry, I really didn't take it..."