Chapter 89
- Aria’s POV
- The Rolls-Royce eased away from the bright lights of the auction hall. I sat in the backseat, holding the ruby necklace in my lap. It shimmered under the overhead light—beautiful, rich, and heavy in my hands. Almost like the one I sold five years ago… except this was ruby, not sapphire.
- "Aren’t you tired of staring at that thing?” Came Don Lorenzo’s voice, with a bit of amusement.