Olivia’s POV
The jewelry store glittered like a treasure chest, every glass case brimming with diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, and jewels so bright they seemed to breathe with light. The air smelled faintly of polished wood and lavender oil, a sharp contrast to the luxurious leather-and-cedar scent clinging to Lucas at my side.
“Miss Olivia, please take a look at this one,” Ellison said smoothly, his smile polished but his eyes carrying something sharper, something I couldn’t quite read. He lifted a pair of sapphire drop earrings from the velvet tray with gloved hands and held them out for me. “These are exquisite—crafted by hand, only one of their kind in the world.”
I reached for them, the cool weight settling in my palm as I held them up to the light. The sapphires caught every glimme
