Because I want to be close when everything shifts.
Vanessa touches the necklace, smiling. Victor grins.
“A gift,” he says loudly. “She knows how to wear beautiful things. My wife never did.”
The line lands exactly as he intends.
Powerful. Cutting.
But it exposes him.
I remember my grandmother fastening that necklace around my neck years ago, telling me, Abigail, jewels aren’t for display. They’re reminders.
The doorbell rings.
Once. Then again, firmer.
The butler moves quickly. Victor frowns.
“We’re in the middle of—”
Voices rise in the foyer. Firm steps echo.
The living room doors open.
And the atmosphere changes instantly.
Three executives in dark tailored suits enter, accompanied by discreet security. At the center stands a silver-haired man whose face has appeared on magazine covers and financial headlines.
Richard Sterling.
Chairman and Group Director of Sterling International.
The room inhales sharply.
Vanessa grips Victor’s arm.
Victor straightens, confidence returning. Finally, he thinks. Recognition.
“Mr. Sterling!” he beams. “What an incredible honor—”
Richard doesn’t look at him.
His gaze moves past the fireplace. Past the champagne.
And settles on me.
Still holding a tray.
Still in an apron.