OLIVIA
The air inside my bedroom felt stale. I dropped my leather travel bag onto the edge of the mattress and walked toward the large windows. The gray clouds outside mirrored the heavy exhaustion settling deep in my bones.
Turning away from the glass, I walked into the adjoining master bathroom to splash some cold water on my face.
A small, dark velvet box sat perfectly centered on the white marble vanity.
My brow furrowed in confusion. I reached out and popped the lid open. A stunning emerald necklace rested on the plush white satin. The deep green stone caught the harsh bathroom lighting, glittering with an intense, fiery brilliance. There was no note attached, but I knew instantly who it belonged to. Bruno never bought me jewelry unless he wanted to parade me in front of the press
