Once everyone was seated, the charity auction commenced. The first few items went by in a breeze.
Then, after nearly thirty minutes, the Emcee presented a green diamond bracelet under a spotlight.
“The Corvin bracelet,” he announced, basking in the whispers and potential bids that were already falling in.
“Tonight, the bidding process starts at an easy… two million dollars!”
The whispers in the room grew. Camille, seated beside George, eyed the bracelet, then took a look around.
The majority of the ladies present tonight, wanted that bracelet—their gazes and gestures were dead giveaways.
So, if she happens to get it, wouldn't that be the ultimate form of recognition tonight?
“Georgy,” she gently pulled on his sleeves, batting her lash innocently at him. “I want that
