“Winston, really, you didn’t have to,” Scarlett simpered, her voice a mix of feigned scolding and barely contained glee. “We’re all family here. Extravagance isn’t necessary.”
Despite her words, her hands moved with the speed of a striking cobra, snatching the gift before Winston could even pretend to withdraw it.
“Open it, Scarlett! Don’t keep us in suspense!” one of the other mothers urged, leaning forward until her pearls clinked against her saucer.
“Yes, let’s see what the golden boy brought you!”
Under the envious gaze of the entire room, Scarlett peeled back the velvet lid. A collective gasp, sharp and sudden, sucked the air from the room.
Nestled on a bed of cream silk was an Emerald Cuff. It was a stunning piece—dark, verdant green, carved with meticulous precision. The jade s
