“How about this?” She points to a thin gold chain.
I ignore her and wheel myself to the big case on the opposite wall holding the best pieces. When the store attendant sees where I’m looking, he comes running and starts lining up the velvet boxes in front of me.
“I’m not wearing someone’s house around my neck,” Nina whispers in my ear.
“That one.” I point at the set that consists of a necklace and a bracelet in white gold, lined with white diamonds, and look at the store attendant who is beaming at me—his eyes as huge as saucers. “And the matching earrings.”
He nods eagerly and takes out another velvet box to place it next to the set.
“Yes.” I nod. “Let’s try them out first.”
“Please tell me those are fake,” Nina groans next to me, and I can’t help but laugh. “They’re not, are
