After the third knock of the auctioneer's gavel, Sophie looked at Celeste, a little unsure.
"So... that's it? You really think Mrs. Soren will remember me? Actually talk to me?"
Right as she finished, a knock came at the door.
Fowler went to open it. A well-dressed man in a sharp suit stepped in-looked every bit the personal assistant.
"You must be Mrs. Shaw? Our madam asked me to come say thank you for letting the necklace go. She really appreciated it."
Sophie burst into a warm smile, practically beaming.
"Oh, I'd never snatch something someone else clearly liked. If Mrs. Soren wanted it that much, I wouldn't dream of making a scene."
"Of course." The assistant handed over a delicate little box. "This is just a small token from our madam. A little thank-you for ste
