112

AUDREY

I don’t bother with a second glance.

The necklace is off in one tug — the clasp snapping, the sound of metal hitting marble. I drop it onto the hotel floor. “I don’t wear counterfeits.”

Bianca, ever the picture of discretion, nods once. “It was just a sample, ma’am. Sent over by Montgomery Atelier for your approval. The creative director is suggesting we go with a—” she checks the notes in