MELISSA
I sprinted to my room, stopping only when I reached the bedside table. Grabbing my phone, I quickly tapped the screen, searching for the Newtar page.
My fingers flew across the keypad as I scrolled, hoping my idea would pan out.
Finally, I found the page I was looking for. I scanned through the collections of jewelry displayed on it—first the High Class, then the Advance, and finally the Regal. I remembered clearly that the Regal collection was all about pearls.
I also remembered that whenever a collection was launched or sold to a high-profile socialite, it was usually posted on their socials. I continued scrolling through the images. Finally, I stumbled upon a photo of my mother—much younger, her features still alluring. I smiled, taking in every detail, but I didn’t linger l
