Penelope POV
"Go on then, Marcella," I say, my voice cutting through the heavy air of the exhibition hall. "Show everyone how a future Luna buys whatever she wants."
The crowd around us presses closer, their eyes glittering with the hunger for drama.
Marcella straightens her spine, her chin snapping upward like a queen facing a peasant.
She glares at me, her eyes drilling into mine with raw, toxic spite.
"That is exactly right," Marcella says, her voice echoing off the glass cases as she turns to the shop curator. "I am taking every single piece this girl even looked at. Wrap them all up for me right now."
The curator blinks, a massive grin splitting his face as if he just won the lottery.
"Right away, Miss," the curator says, his fingers already blurring across his digital ledger t
