Rosey froze. “What… are you talking about?” she asked, her voice tight, guilt shadowing her features. “The necklace has been found in Zara’s suitcase. Then why are you accusing me? Your own sister… and you’re taking a stranger’s side?”
Zara stood still, emotionless, yet there was a flicker of hope in her eyes hope that this time, the truth would set her free. Because last time, she had been accused of stealing at the restaurant… and though she had been found guilty, she knew the story had been a lie.
Victor scoffed and stepped closer to Rosey. “So just because you’re my sister… Does it mean you can frame others simply because you don’t like them?”
Rosey froze. How did he know I don’t like Zara? she thought, panic rising.
“Victor, please… make me understand what’s going on,” his mother
