It wasn't just that someone had walked in with a dog—that was already enough of a head-turner—it was also Clarice herself. Light makeup, white silk dress, skin so fair she looked like a fairy straight out of a storybook. And then that diamond necklace around her neck? Blinding under the chandelier lights.
"Hey, isn't that the Blue Tear necklace?"
"Yeah, I heard it's worth ten million. Just came out from Hitchens' collection this year. Only one in the world, apparently."
The chatter about Clarice just kept building—from her necklace to her dress, and then her looks.
"Her dress is insane too. I tried to get my husband to buy me the same one, he nearly fainted when he saw the price tag."
"Does anyone know who she is? She's stunning."
Clarice just smiled softly, lips gently
