Rainie's POV
The distinctive odor of genuine leather seats made me nauseous.
I lifted my hand to massage my temples, and something cool and hard brushed against my face.
I paused for a moment before realizing it was the diamond bracelet on my wrist. I may not understand luxury items, but I at least knew that such a dazzling diamond was a rare sight.
Last week, Alexander took me to an auction, and I had no interest in looking around.
The sight of so-called successful people smoking cigars and sipping wine while bidding on items left me indifferent.
I dared not dwell on the exorbitant figures that made me cringe. I didn't ask how much Alexander spent on the bracelet he acquired, only knowing that it was part of some noble's collection.
When he placed the bracelet on my wrist, many wom
