(Annabell POV)
I went to Dyanna's house two days after my confrontation with Dean. She was shocked to see me at first, but then she opened the door and let me in.
We sat close to each other, my eyes filled with inquisitiveness, hers filled with hidden guilt.
"Can you tell me the come about of your necklace in my house?" I inquired politely.
She stared at me with suspicious eyes.
"I really don't know. Whatever Dean had told you is true. It wasn't my intention. I didn't do it on purpose. I was high with alcohol and I think he...."
"You didn't misplace your necklace on purpose? Is that what you mean?"
"Anything he said about it is true"
She seemed to be unwilling to say much about the incident but I was finding it difficult to understand what she was trying to say.
