Mist’s POV
The diamond necklace glows with the intensity of a brand, burning into my vision and fraying every nerve among us. Gasps ripple through the room. All eyes magnetically draw toward the radiant necklace.
“My necklace!” Michelle lets out a cry, her voice trembling with faux outrage as she points incredulously at the jewelry and me.“It was you! Caught red-handed! What’s your excuse now!”
I stare numbly at the unfamiliar, radiant necklace in Autumn’s hand, then at my own pocket. Disbelief wraps around my throat like a tightening noose.
How is this possible?!
All of a sudden, Michelle’s “accidental” bump, her insistent help with the bracelet flashes vividly through my mind.
She must have secretly slipped the necklace into my pocket unnoticed, using the bracelet as a distraction
