"A month ago, you said you'd rather freeze than wear my clothes," I said.
I looked at her. "And now you're actually snapping at me over a few boxes of crème brûlée?"
Quinn took half a step back.
Magnolia also turned to look at her.
She was silent for a long time, then slowly removed her pearl necklace.
"Take it to the pawnshop," she said, her voice sounding like it was forced through clenched teeth.
The necklace was cashed in before dawn the next day.
The housekeeper came back and said she hadn't even eaten breakfast.
But the birthday banquet still had to be held.
Saving face was everything, after all.
Especially after the necklace had already been pawned.
When thirty bowls of crème brûlée were brought to the table, the first one praised wasn't Magnolia but Quinn.
Rosalind took
