“A necklace is nothing,” she declared. “My boyfriend was at that auction too, and he bought me an entire set of emerald jewelry.”
I stepped closer to the corridor, catching sight of her stretching out her left hand. On her ring finger, an emerald the size of a pigeon egg sparkled obnoxiously under the light.
“Wow, Anastacia, your emerald is stunning!” One of the women exclaimed. “That must’ve cost a fortune!”
Anastacia shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. “Not really. The whole set cost only 900 million.”
The collective gasp that followed could have shattered glass.
“Nine hundred million?” someone whispered in awe. “That’s way more than what President Barnes spent on Penelope’s necklace!”
Anastacia nodded with exaggerated nonchalance. “Of course, it is. But what can I say? My boyfriend loves me enough to buy whatever I like, no matter the price.”
The women giggled and probed further. “Anastacia, who’s your boyfriend? Is he a billionaire? When will you introduce him to us?”